Many of us travel to escape the routine of everyday life. But, for better or worse, routine can have a habit of following you around the world. Just ask Leon McCarron.
I remember thinking it seemed stupid to be using an alarm clock in a desert. We forced ourselves to wake an hour before the sun rose, because it was winter and the days were short and we had a long way to go.
But it was also early, and dark, and we were tired. The Gobi is the largest cold desert in the world outside of Antarctica and, in November—when we’d decided to try and walk across it—the temperature dropped to as low as -20C overnight.
I’d force open my eyes and feel the sting of the air. The inside of a cold tent in darkness is rarely inspiring. My companion Rob was doing the same thing in his tent beside me—we’d grunt a greeting to make sure the other wasn’t sneaking a few moments of extra sleep. Still cocooned inside my sleeping bag, I’d then open a bar of chocolate and devour the whole thing. That decadent sugar rush was a key buffer of pleasure, because none of the next steps were fun; getting out of the bag, changing clothes, packing away kit.
And in 2012, while crossing the Empty Quarter desert, my friend Alastair and I would walk until the heat became too much. As soon as we agreed it was too unpleasant to continue, we’d stop, unload the dates and bread and peanut butter from the cart we were dragging, eat quickly, then climb under the trolley to make use of the only shade for hundreds of miles around.
These small details are the constants around the changeable aspects of travel. They help me relax into (and enjoy) the rest of the uncertainty, and they’re my way of putting the more banal parts of life on the road (waking up early, doing chores) into some sort of structure; a marker for the more fun parts, like eating pasta and watching the stars by the banks of a small river in the middle of South Dakota.
This ‘routine’ also helps me travel better. Through these habits, I’m able to develop a confidence in my ability to ‘control the controllables’. I relax, knowing the basics are taken care of, leaving me free to expend more energy on everything else, be that experiential or creative.
I know I’m not alone in this; even the greats talk of the benefit of routine. Hunter S. Thompson, the infamous gonzo journalist, claims to have had a ludicrous (but rigid) schedule of drink, drugs and writing on the road. Meanwhile, Ernest Hemingway would rise at 5.30am each day, whether at home or traveling—and regardless of how late he’d stayed out the night before.
The polar explorers I so admired when I was younger—Nansen, Scott, Shackleton and Amundsen—were much more wholesome and focused on a singular task. They wrote in detail of the minutiae of their routines for waking, eating, sleeping and making distance.
It’s true they relied on such discipline to prevent scurvy and starvation– thankfully, few of the rest of us need worry about that now—but their rituals still gave structure to otherwise overwhelming undertakings. At the root of their great achievements was a dogged dedication to completing the simplest tasks of all. Perhaps that’s worthy of admiration too—albeit a lot less compelling as their endurance, ambition and willingness to push to the extremes of human capability.
On a modest scale, I have occasionally attempted to do something that, if I thought too much about it, terrified me almost to the point of inaction. While walking some 4,800 kilometers from Mongolia to Hong Kong, I designed a series of daily rituals that distracted me from the sheer scale of the trip.
Instead—day by day, meal by meal, campsite by campsite—a rather grand undertaking became very manageable. It’s easy to fall into cliché here (I’m stopping short of telling you that a 4,800-kilometer journey is completed one step at a time) but articulating this to myself was somewhat of a revelation: Routine, and discipline, give me a much greater chance of successfully completing an expedition. It also gives me a much better chance of enjoying myself, and producing something worthwhile at the end of it.
Currey reflects that the word routine can sometimes, “connote ordinariness, and even a lack of thought. But one’s daily routine … is also a whole series of choices. In the right hands, it can be a finely calibrated mechanism for taking advantage of limited resources: Time, as well as will-power, self-discipline, optimism.”
This holds true for travel too. To stick too rigidly to an everyday schedule would be foolish when moving between new places, but to aim for certain recognizable, replicable elements has certainly helped me. What I’ve learned is I need a push to get up and make the most of the day.
I also know that I’m receptive to simple incentivizing, such as allowing myself to eat a bar of chocolate in a cold tent in Mongolia. Acknowledging that routine is not necessarily a bad thing has been a great reward for me. I’d even take that further—it’s the bedrock of good travel experiences and productive story-gathering. Now, every time I set out, I can ease into the days with a little more sureness. That—a sense of confidence—is worth its weight in gold.