The endless red-orange dunes seemed to grab hold of my feet and guide them away from the road and all the people sand-surfing. I took my sandals off and felt the grainy, hot sand on my soles and rush up between my toes. Step on step on step I carried on till there was not another person nearby; and I sat, staring off into the far distance where the dunes met the ocean.
This wave of disbelief washed over me. I can’t believe where I am, my collective life experience has brought me to this exact spot in the sand, across the world. An ocean lies between me and the small town I grew up in Canada. But it doesn’t feel foreign, it feels simply like earth. Not Vietnam, not Canada or any place in South America or the Africa’s. It is just a single spot on the earth.
I never gave much thought of how easy travelling from one country to another has been. It has almost become a second nature feeling, crossing one border to the next without disallowance. It hardly even seems like there is a difference from one place to the next at all. And it’s because I was born in the right place and carry the right passport. Canada ranks as the 4th best passport to hold for travel freedom, we have the ability to travel to 170 countries, opposed to the 43 countries Afghani people can. Not to mention how simple it is to obtain a visa, whereas many people are denied on prejudice or difference of religion.
Time and again people say they would love to travel, but there is too much holding them
There’s school, a partner, financial security and comfort, work, family and essentially state of mind. So many commitments and restraints; little strings knotted to our feet and keeping us tied down. But one failed item on that list is the physical inability to enter a country, like so many other people around the world.
For just one moment forget you have a thousand reasons not to travel and realize how amazing it is that your passport allows you to see the world. The opportunity is there, and it is yours to take if you choose.