The coastal road takes us south past the cliffs of Dalmatia. The sea peels away from us in deepest blue as our bus rounds mountains creeping higher and higher. Continue reading “Time and Tourism: Gap Year Week 35”
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”
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”
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”
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”
I felt more than a little sad coming back to Singapore. Six weeks in India had felt like they could and would last forever: a month and a half stretched far into the distance until you were at the end of it and parting at the airport and staring down a boarding pass that sent you to what was still technically home. Continue reading “Coming Back: Gap Year Week 28”
I am learning to look down as well as up lately.