Fifteen years ago today, I published my first post on my blog. How time flies. Oh, if I could only go back to being that 30 year old, just about to head off on a backpacking trip to Mexico, and do it all over again. But time is a funny thing, a one off deal. We are stuck in the moment, moving forever forward and never backward. Perhaps this is just as well. Had time moved backwards from my birth, the year would be 1927. I’d have lived through World War 2, the Great Depression and I’d currently be looking forward to (or backward to) the General Strike. I guess I would have lived to see the Moon Landing, but I’d have been too young to appreciate it. So it’s probably just as well that time does indeed move forward – I got the better part of the 20th century.
That’s not to say I haven’t seen some history in the making during my lifetime. And in the lifetime of this blog, we’ve been to war with Iraq and Afganistan, I visited the WTC two years after 9/11, there was the Bicentenario in Mexico, the Olympics in London, the EU Referendum and a ton of other stuff. In the absence of a time machine, I can at least look back at my blog to remind me how it all unfolded. Quite frankly, an awful lot of what I’ve written is crap. But still, I blunder on with my unique combination of letters, punctuation and grammatical errors. Some accidental, some down to laziness and occasionally there’s an entirely deliberate one slipped in there. Take the title of this post, for example – tut tut.
The photo I’ve chosen to accompany this post? It seemed fitting to pick one from that backpacking trip in 2003. I covered a lot of ground – Mexico City, Merida, Playa del Carmen, Tulum, Palenque, San Cristobal, Hermosilla, Veracruz, Guanajuato, Guadalajara, San Blas, Mazatlan, Los Mochis, Creel, Chihiuahua and Ciudad Juarez. Those were very happy times. This photo was taken at the Agua Azul, which was one of the most breathtakingly beautiful places I visited on that trip. What the photo doesn’t tell you is the state of wretched exhaustion I was in. I’d gotten into Palenque about 5am on the night bus from Tulum. The cool water was a refreshing relief not just from the burning July sun.
So onwards marches time and my blog. Let’s do another fifteen years. Who knows what the world holds in store for us. Perhaps – hopefully – we’ll all be around in 2033 to celebrate my blogs 30th birthday.