Are you insane, where are you going?
This is what I am hearing for several months when I say I am leaving my job and going to South America. Usually the responses are like this: “Are you high?”, “WTF?”, “No way!”, “HHAHAHA”. When they realise that I am serious responses change shape: “You gotta have balls”, “Dolce Vita!”, “What are you gonna do now?”, “WHY?”, “Don’t die!”. However my close friends would know that I have been tweeting each day with the phrase starting “Today reason to going to Rio…” since last year. For the ones who need a convincing reason here you are, pick whichever you want:
- Life is short
- Haven’t yet meet high responsibilities that could take me away
- No there is no Eduardo there waiting for me and yes there is no Ahmet or Mehmet here connecting me
- Sick of media abuse
- Sick of boring seagull, mosque, Bosphorus posts on Instagram
- Sick of walking in my street paranoid
- Sick of closing doors on subway every time I have to be urgent
- Sick of hidious show off at night life in Istanbul
- Sick of selfish relations
- Sick of bans
- Sick of the situation of country
- Sick of slavery
- Sick of metropolitan life
- And it is getting colder here
Well, these are reasons to leave. Let’s talk about why South America?
January 2012...I won a lottery on Facebook game of edreams with prize 2 free tickets to anywhere I want that Turkish Airlines can go. It was snowing in Turkey and Brasil was such an expensive destination. So of course I picked Rio de Janerio. However, the one who accompanied me lived it till the end for 2 months while I spent 1 week half of with a terrible weather. Once in a Rio history! Anyway it was wonderful and wasn’t enough for me. I said “We are not over yet Rio de Janerio” and took an oath to come back year after. Next time will be much better with a free mind. I always keep my promises, so it is not surprising that I am coming back to Rio even I have no money, no job, else. I kind of made investments to myself during the year.Started to learn Spanish, changed job in order to earn more money, read travel blogs, books, watched movies, met expats etc. But still there is no plan and no enough money. Thanks to my official travel sponsor grandmom that I could manage few months on my own.
Few hours left to leave. Now mood changed from excitement to fear. Sometimes I am asking to myself “wtf are you doing?” like others did at first. Terrible stories like you are going to be raped and killed are very helpful to feel this way. But people forget that I am a Turkish girl. We also have the samde danger and beauty all together. I can know whom to escape and whom to trust. No worries…
Adios