Sometimes

Sometimes I just get in my Freelander 2 and drive until I am at least a thousand kilometres away. I don’t stop – while cruising on top of the speed limits, I nibble snacks, drink coffee and very often the destination is not important. I fall into some kind of a driving trance, the world as I know it disappears and all my senses are focused on the road.

I cannot explain the pleasure I get from the endless driving hours, sitting in otherwise comfortable seat of my Landie. After all, it is tiring and expensive with the current prices of fuel, especially when I have to fill up again after some 700 km. It feels like I paid a hundred dollars five minutes ago and I have to pay another hundred again.

I often wander why I enjoy it so much. There is something in the movement perhaps, the constant change of space. And I suspect it’s also because when I travel like this life is simple – I know where in the car I packed every single item that I’ll need for the next few days and I don’t need much, it is easy to grasp all the elements of my immediate existence. This gives me I guess, the sense that I am in full control of my destiny. Everything depends on me and if I make a mistake, I would blame only myself.



Vesko at Rainbow Beach.