For months I had gone through an rollercoaster of emotions, getting overexcited and then stressed out of my mind over my decision. I had decided to leave Iceland for a 3 months journey based around my love for BJJ. Of all places, I decided to travel through Central America, having my first stop in the beach camp in El Salvador. I’ve travelled decent amount in my life, I would leave Iceland at least 1 or 2 times each year for a vacation, competitions or rescue work… but this was different. Everybody kept asking my what I was thinking, these countries are so dangerous, why am I going alone, etc. But I stuck with it, I knew that I needed a new challenge, a way to open my mind after realising that I didn’t want to go down the beaten path. Somedays I would seriously doubt my decision and other days it made 100% sense.
The day finally came, me living in Iceland and being used to bad weather I was not surprised when we had a huge storm on the day of my flight. All the roads closed down, planes were grounded and nothing was going anywhere. I thought to myself that this was typical and that the start would probably represent the rest of the trip. I had to give it my all to keep calm and wait for an update. Finally the weather cleared, I made it to the airport, had to rush through everything, didn’t buy one thing at the airport that I had planned to buy. I got aboard the airplane and waited.
As soon as the airplane took off it was as all my worries had been left behind. This peace came over me and I knew that I had taken the right decision. Ahead of me was a weekend of travel through Canada thanks to the storm, but all I had to do was to focus on what was in front of me. Now I understand why travelling is addictive.