🎶"Don't say goodbye
Cos I don't wanna hear those words tonight
Cos maybe it's not the end for you & I
& although we knew
This time would come for me & you
Don't say anything tonight
If you're gonna say goodbye"
Trips like these are hard to leave. You work, get dirty, eat, & are cooped up together with people in close quarters, so that relationships are built fast & deeply. You share space & soap & frustrations & joys & snacks of 15 varieties. You serve & pour yourselves out, not only into each other, but also into the lives of people around your group. Time is compressed. You're trying to accomplish a million things in few days. Between activities are a hundred tiny moments of laughter, commiseration, & cooperation that add to the bonding & build the memorable moments sure to be shared either with friends & family back home or just as inside jokes in the trip chat group.
You spend hours learning the quirks and talents & humor of these people. (Few secrets last between tent flaps or wooden slat walls that aren't really sealed.😮) You listen to their hopes & dreams & pet peeves. Over the days you come to appreciate every magnificent, quirky facet of their personalities, & you end up less like teammates & more like the world's most random wilderness family. Together, you do life as few of you have known it before. You support each other in the highs & lows, the work & the rest, & the "everything else" ranging in-between.
And then it's over.
In a flurry of hugs & high-5s, you depart; it's not until you're halfway to the airport that finality hits: the trip is over. It was difficult & amazing & you'll never travel with this exact group again. That's it. One-hit wonders. And now pieces of your heart area flying in opposite directions across the globe.
With 3 passport languages & snippets of multiple others between us, you'd think there might be a satisfactory "goodbye" somewhere in there, or at least a single phrase to express something of the past week's meaningfulness. Sadly, language isn't everything. Then again, if the words came easily, leaving might be easier, & who would trade the richness of life done this way for *easy?* Not I. No, sir—not I.
Fazer trekking pelos vilarejos de SaPa foi muito mais do que conhecer suas belíssimas paisagens. A região que é famosa pelos lindos terraços de arroz é também casa de dezenas de minorias étnicas do Vietnã, várias tribos cheias de singularidades e histórias pra contar.
Definitivamente foi um daqueles dias que a gente volta com os olhos brilhando e o coração aquecido.