Postcard 10 on subgenre presentation

Dear mom,
After all the travelling I have done I have found another way to travel. It is less expensive than the traditional method of traveling. You do not need a ticket and you do not need to be at the airport three hours in advance. It is the easiest and most convenient way to travel around the globe. I guess you are wondering what I am talking about. Well, I am talking about travel literature!
You know that I have the ambition to go on a road trip someday and now I am reading all about other people’s experiences. At the moment I am reading. Riding with Ghosts, South of the Border by Gwen Macka. It is about a woman who travels through South America on a bike. You can not imagine the things she went through. She was chased and people threw rocks at her but also the descriptions of the villages she visits. It was a brave move to travel like this by yourself.
Previous to this book I read the amazing book Blood Rivers by Tim Butcher. He describes his journey in Congo, it is a breathtaking story that makes you stop and think about how privileged we are. The other book I read was, My Mercedes is Not for Sale by Jeroen Bergeijk. It is about a Dutch man who travels from the Netherlands to south Africa in an old Mercedes bought on Marktplaats. His goal is to sell the car in south Africa to someone who can use it to make a living. It is an entertaining story but not as moving as Blood River.
After reading these books it can be said that travelling is not so much about the destination but more about the journey. Mom I can recommend travel literature in general. There are a lot of subgenres and you are bound to find one that appeals to you.
Right now I am going to cycle a little bit further.
Love you,
Rosalie

Postcard 9 on presentation

Dear Mom,
I have never felt this homesick before. After arriving in New Delhi I am not able to lose this sense of loneliness I am experiencing here. It is strange to feel lonely in a city so full of life. Everywhere you turn there are cars, people and cows. Crossing the street is one of the most dangerous activities here since the road is not only by cars but also by rickshaws, mopeds, motorcycles, bicycles and cows. I find it easier to stay on one side of the city and just walk in circles, this way I can avoid crossing the street. Even walking on the same side of the street is not the easiest task since people keep harassing me to buy something. It is as if the word ‘no’ does not exist in their dictionary. I do not like this city at all. I decided to get away from this crowded place and take the bus towards Nepal first thing tomorrow . Hopefully I will be able to find some peace and quiet there.
Love,
Rosalie

Postcard 8 on presentation

Dear Mom,
You won’t believe what happened to me! After our trip around Ireland Diana and I decided to make the leap and visit England. After two weeks of driving around in a rental car and sleeping in a tent we were ready for a little luxury. We booked a room at a cozy looking bed and breakfast for five days. The first day we enjoyed the comfort of our room, beds and bath. Since it was pouring staying in was the only option we had. It was pretty convenient because we could use a day of leisure. The next morning when we woke up the sun was shining and it seemed a perfect day for a hike.
After we had packed our bags with the necessary items, food, water, raincoats, band aids, etc,… We were ready to go to the moors. Before we walked out of the B&B the hostess warned us to stay on the path. The heavy rain made the moors treacherous. We nodded our heads and said ‘sure’ and ‘yes, we know’.
Not before long we were walking around in the beautiful moors and enjoying the view. We made sure we stayed on the path and for a long time it went really well. Then Diana tripped over a branch and I thought I would be smart if I walked around that branch. Could I have been more wrong?! While I was avoiding the branch I stepped outside the path and was sucked into a huge puddle of mud! In less than 20 seconds I was sucked in up to my navel. Diana was still walking when she heard me call her name. She turned around and ran towards me. The first thing she did… was save my camera! She took it from me and then pulled me out, unbelievable. I rinsed my pants in a little pond and put them back on. They were dry within the hour. Back at the bed and breakfast the hostess asked us how the walk was and we just smiled and said; ‘wonderful!’.
I will send you another card soon.
Love,
Rosalie