travelling, a letter home it’s almost not fair, flattening my mind against such contradictions and changes at such speeds. so far it has kept up, though meltdown is not an impossibility. not to mention the negotiation of (1…2…3…4) ya, about four languages within a single week (no wait, five), and of course the jumping fromContinue reading “We’re back in Jakarta, again…”
Religion, always an interesting subject. Even on the ferry between the Vietnamese coast and the small island of Quan Lan, in the country’s northwestern Bay Tu Long Bay. Not quite sure who to pray to, perhaps they are just trying to cover all their bases. Or, it could be a service to the passengers ofContinue reading “Coastal Vietnam”
Arriving last night in the sea-side tourist hub of Bai Chay, gateway to the famed Halong Bay, I was surprised to find that my Chinese language was far more useful than my English. As a matter of fact, if I couldn’t speak at least a little Chinese, I would have had to continue wandering theContinue reading “North East coast, Vietnam”
å†è§æ˜†æ˜Žï¼ŒAdios, Kunming, you will be missed. Until next time, of course. Especially my bike, perhaps the tallest bike in the city.
I’ve been spending a lot of time these past few days thinking about the past year, the places I’ve been and the things I’ve done. And, inevitably, about going home. They say that reverse cultural shock can be much worse than the original thing, which I surely do not doubt. I feel very different fromContinue reading “Ask and Ye Shall Receive”
Waiting in the terminal, mentally preparing for a long train ride, I’m reminded that I’m not the only tourist in town. Travelling on the cheap doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy life. Cake for lunch, to go, for example. I couldn’t have done it better myself.