THE SEARCH IS OVER
When you travel, you search. You search for that place that will make you happy. It’s an endless search… Or is it? Because when you arrive on the shores of Lake Tanganyika in Tanzania, everything changes.
Is this paradise? Here, in a distant corner of Tanzania, where my tent is pitched next to Lake Tanganyika, where the beer is cold and the food is cheap? Or is paradise the unbridled wilderness of nearby Katavi National Park? Or how about Kipili, a fishing village further down the lake, where a mystic ruin of a mission church stands guard? Or maybe paradise is a combination of all of these places, plus the journey to get to them… When you leave home on a trip, you set out on a search to find that mythical place where you’ll be at peace. When you reach the furthest point of your travels, and you turn around to start the journey home, does that mean the search is over? Or does a true traveller never turn homeward? Is a true traveller’s home the road itself? Always looking, always searching?