Mountains in the Mist: Gap Year Week 34, Part 2

When we’re stuck in a traffic jam leaving Ljubljana, hugging a highway curve along with hundreds of other annoyed cars, I send a picture of our next destination to a friend of mine.

damnn, he texts. it’s like something from tolkien Continue reading “Mountains in the Mist: Gap Year Week 34, Part 2”

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Slovenian Stories: Gap Year, Week 34, Part 1

Slovenia’s capital, Ljubljana, has all the cadence of a nursery rhyme. On the page the js stutter the name into a confusion indecipherable by any foreigner at first glance. Continue reading “Slovenian Stories: Gap Year, Week 34, Part 1”

Backpacking Beginnings: Gap Year Week 33

London

It’s strange to say of a trip I’ve been looking forward to and planning for more than a year now, but I don’t want to go. I am worried, I am homesick, I am stressed, I am already counting the days back to London. Getting on the Eurostar, I feel like I’m just going through the motions. Show ticket, show passport. Sit down. Plug in earphones, click on the travel just-setting-off playlist I’ve been preparing for months now, only having listened to those songs over and over they now ring tinny. Continue reading “Backpacking Beginnings: Gap Year Week 33”

Coming Home: Gap Year Week 32

I came back to Singapore all in a hurry: the last two days in Myanmar passed in a flurry, dinners and baking and shopping and packing, quickly, late at night, barely time to savor the place, the time, before I was in the car, at the airport, in immigration, and back home, hugging my parents. Continue reading “Coming Home: Gap Year Week 32”

Cowardice in the Reedbeds: Gap Year Week 31

Hot and dusty. Somewhere in the middle of the Myanmar countryside, sometime around siesta. I’m walking down a road and composing this blog post in my head. I do this often, especially when I’m on my own. I like knowing I have the shape to articulate my experiences within. I place myself within a narrative. This is where I am, this is what I’m thinking, this is where I’m going. Continue reading “Cowardice in the Reedbeds: Gap Year Week 31”

Forest of Spirits: Gap Year Week 30

36 hours of travel later—late night from Singapore, early morning from Manila, lunchtime drive from Davao—our first stop brought us to Eden, the resort, and a silvery kingfisher. Continue reading “Forest of Spirits: Gap Year Week 30”

Doorways and Eggs: Gap Year Week 29

On Sunday mornings, I go walk around Yangon on my own. I steadily work through a pile of self-guided tours I downloaded. In the harsh sunlight, I shade my phone with my hand, squint at the map, make wrong turns, make right turns. Every road here is strange so there is no real difference between the two. Continue reading “Doorways and Eggs: Gap Year Week 29”