Writing to you from the taxi on the way to the airport to board our long flight home, I don’t even know where to begin as I try to sum up this trip… our cab has a Buddha bobble-head, it’s dodging scooters piled high with sacks of rice and children, the appalling Vietnamese love song playing is punctuated by car horns every few seconds, I can see at least 6 Vietnamese flags from the window, I’m not wearing a seatbelt. I can experience none of this in Sydney and I really don’t want to go back to predictable days, routine, and educated decisions rather than interesting guesses. Fans, friends, family, I love and miss you all but Asia has stolen my heart!
1 continent, 6 countries, 34 cities, 11 flights, countless trains and buses, only a couple of mystery diseases (including the tonsillitis Liv and I have managed to pick up on our last day), barely any disappointing meals, several more kilos of shopping stuffed into my backpack, only one road accident, so few showers, exactly 100 days of adventure.
I’m really struggling with what to write because everything I say is going to be an enormous cliché, but it’s all true: I’ve met so many amazing people, been to heaps of places that I need to come back to, even on the shit days when you’re stuck in a bus with a smelly snorer and no gluten-free food for hours and hours, you can look around you and realize you’re in Asia, and that is so exciting that even the worst days travelling are the best.
While we were in Laos my dear sis told me about a little character she and some gals had come up with in Taiwan called the Naïve Traveller. Throughout the trip she and some other types of travellers emerged: the Naïve Traveller always carries a huge backpack, pays the first stated price for tuktuk rides, is always trying to use the wrong adaptor and can never get her head around time difference or exchange rates. The Wanky ‘I’ve Travelled’ Traveller has always been there, done that, is always saying things like ‘I just like to sit back and soak it in’, is constantly showing off his ‘local’ knowledge, and has to be the one travelling the longest. The Useless Traveller has lost her bag at every single airport and her friends have to carry her passport and wallet for her because she’s a menace, is often found going commando due to lack of clean underwear, is known to sleep anywhere but her own bed including balled up on kitchen tables and in showers, and has never successfully navigated anywhere on her own. We realized by the end of the trip that there is a little bit of all of these travellers in all of us, and there was absolutely nothing we could do about it. I think we’ll be returning to Sydney as the annoying people who never stop talking about their travels… sorry in advance, everyone!
Gotta run and catch our flight, but thanks to everyone who was bothered to read my rambling for this last little leg of adventure, and can’t wait to reunite with you all as soon as possible whenever my next trip begins.
Passports and planes,