I love to travel around the orient, specifically to backpack in the outback by myself. I don’t like bringing anyone with me, it’s my time to decompress, just far, far, away from home. I know traveling solo through mountainous terrain is an audacious endeavor in itself, but I take on the adrenaline no problem. Most people are not too keep on the experience, but I’m a risk taker. Solo backpacking is a passion of mine, so I try to be sagacious when I hike alone in a foreign country, because you have to keep your head up and be aware of your surroundings. I backpack to take photos with my disposable camera of the landscape and breathtaking vistas. I was visiting Japan, and it was just one of my usual routine solo backpacking trips where I had brought three disposable cameras to take pictures with. I was going to develop the film when I got back into the states, at the end of the long excursion commandeering through the mountains. I had spent a whole day snapping picturesque and aesthetic photos of the landscape of Japan, then I made like a nomad and traveled to my next destination of execution. I took my second disposable camera up the mountain, cherishing it like the gold nugget that it was. Losing something like this would be devastating because I would have virtually thrown away hundreds of beautiful photos. However, I found out that about twenty of those photos I would definitely want to throw away by the end of the trip, ironically as you will soon come to find out. After day three of traveling, and three disposable cameras fully loaded with photos, I was beginning to feel disconsolate about leaving such a breathtaking place. It was time for me to return home.
The second I returned home, I went straight to get my film developed at Walgreen’s. I went and picked it up the next day when all of the film was developed, and I was electrified at the thought of finally being able to look at all of the developed photos. I was looking through day 1 and they all looked gorgeous as expected, and so was day 2. I was looking through day 3, and I noticed that I had accidentally taken a photo of my own tent.. whoops! I looked through the rest of day 3, and I saw something…. I didn’t believe..
The last three photos of day 3 showed pictures of me sleeping in the tent..
Sleeping.. in the tent.. let that sink in.