Traveling without a specific destination seems to be in the genes.
For one, I just know that when I go to a place, there’s a lot to uncover. Then, you will know where to go.
There are also times when I’m faced with a difficult decision, I hop on a bus and wait for it to go for a roundtrip. By doing so, I find time to think; I learn a new route; and this assures me that in life, I will not easily get lost.
Also, Clueless Commuter does adventure traveling to relieve stress. Going to places one has never been to releases endorphins! I do it for the thrills, although, it could also be in the genes.
Maybe it started during childhood
I was raised to commute. We owned a car, but my father made sure we knew how to go about safely and independently. My father always told us that we’ll never get lost if we look for the main roadways. This was before Google Maps was up our fingertips.
I grew up in Puerto Princesa City, in Palawan, Philippines. It’s a suburban city in a rural town. I wasn’t born there, it wasn’t my first home, but I finished elementary in Palawan.
We lived in a cottage, separated by a staired seawall, just ten steps from the sea. It made me wander wide and far. It taught me to look across even when there’s nothing in sight. Surely, there are unexplored cities on the other side.
When I was in first grade, I recalled walking home. Our periodical exam just ended back then. We were sent home way earlier than expected. Mom promised to pick me up after school, but I walked home. Maybe I felt relief and wanted to celebrate, at first it was aimless, there were different routes going hom, but I knew all will lead me home. So, I walked. I just did.
I passed by the familiar streets our car would turn. By the time I felt a tugging feeling to go back and just wait for mom– I though, why should I?
I was very young then. I just know I will get home. I know where our car passes by when it picks me up from school. I know where home is, I just don’t know how far and long home was.
Looking back, why would a first grader walk home when mum told you she’d pick you up? With Google Maps now, I learned that it was actually a 5.7km distance from my school back then. For a 7 year old child’s tiny feet, I bet it’s far.
By the time I have traveled 4 kilometers to home, I saw, right before my eyes, my mom’s car passed by. I attempted to call mom, but the car’s windshields were closed. The car was zooming pass. And it went on. For a brief point, I regretted walking home. Tears rolled my cheeks. By now, I only had one choice: I had to continue walking.
Looking back, It’s one of the best memories to retell. I’d do it again.
It runs in the genes
Fast forward now, I’d hop on a bus or a jeepney and go to its furthest point. I have been doing it for a time now.
Surprisingly, my father mentioned that he would do the same when he was younger. He would ride jeepneys so he will know routes and go tos around a city.
I have eventually applied such explorations during my Tokyo Clueless Commuting trip.
I’ll have to be back at Puerto Princesa one of these days and walk the same path as I once walked.