I am waiting for the bus at the bus station of Utrecht Central. I get on the bus, and it drives away. As the bus leaves the station, I notice it gets quieter. Sitting at the station I am not aware of the decibels that are produced there, but when leaving I notice it.
The whole world is full of noise: The murmur on the train of everyone who seems to be talking to each other at the same time. The noise in the morning announcing that the elevator is arriving in my apartment building (When living in Eindhoven). How loud that ping sounds in the otherwise quiet morning. But the most annoying sound is the sound that announces that the doors of the bus in Eindhoven will close.
Listening to the sound, I think about noise that I had to get used to. I arrive in Denpasar, Bali. Every time I walk out of my hotel I have to get used to the street noises and especially the motorbikes and the honking. I compare all those sounds in my head and still arrive at the sound that announces that the doors of the bus in Eindhoven will close as the most annoying noise.
But actually I long for silence, not the silence of my loft, but the silence that I encounter while traveling in nature. I am again on the *Camino de Santiago on a nature piece and on the deserted beaches of Australia and New Zealand. Oops, I’m traveling again in my head! This time looking for silence…. But Chile is a bit higher on the schedule to put the desert there and Patagonia must be wonderfully quiet. Book now?
*I hiked the camino to think about what I wanted further from life and Databeet, not to party like some do on the Camino. I talked while hiking with my fellow hikers, but did not party with them or others. I am not a party animal and liked the quietness and calmness of the camino.