Days later, I was still feeling dislocated, and we were both nursing sore throats. Barack and I got into a fight—about what exactly, I can’t remember. For every bit of awe we felt in Kenya, we were also tired, which led to quibbling, which led finally, for whatever reason, to rage. “I’m so angry at Barack,” I wrote in my journal. “I don’t think we have anything in common.” My thoughts trailed off there. As a measure of my frustration, I drew a long emphatic gash across the rest of the page.
I haven't been to Africa yet, and I won't carve for that. But, the experience M felt during their journey in Africa resonated well with me. Why? Because we all, in some sense, met the same problem. I don't know the exact name of this phenomenon, anyway, I call it the Trip Trap which delineates the recurring scenario happens in everyone's trips in which the in-the-beginning-very-happy travelers shifts into a totally different mood because of the accumulated anger and discomfort in finding the right place all the time, enduring unpalatable meals occasionally, and walking endlessly.
People regard travel as the most satisfying way to unwind themselves, however, this delightful hope may only happen when you are taking a excursion instead of a long journey. Especially, when the places you visit is relatively inferior to your comfortable surrounding in terms of convenience and ease.
Wei Qian and I went for a boat trip to Yunchang this year, may be in July. We had some fun and memorable moments in it, BUT we also had a quarrel during the trip. Looking back now and seeing this excerpt from M's biography, I am intensely related to her feeling and kind of feel joyous about this phenomenon.
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