One more backlog travel post to add to the books, this one is about my maiden trip to Vietnam earlier in the year. It was slightly short of a week, and I had pretty much rushed through Hanoi and Halong Bay in that short period of time. I would definitely recommend spending a little over a week to cover the itinerary that I blazed through or risk end up being completely exhausted by the end (and skipping a pre-booked 80USD tour in favour of sleeping in).
Yes, its another backlog travel post. About two months back, I was in Bali – the island of Gods, or in the age of social media, the island of opportunities for a post on the #gram. Its easy to understand old world charm still steeped in tradition with offerings of flowers in leaf woven baskets littering sidewalks. Leafy greenery, whether raw or curated, make and sneak its way into almost every nook and cranny on this famous Indonesian island. Away from the touristy spots of Kuta and Seminyak, the rugged coasts around the island and untamed tropical forests transports one away back a century or two but still within close enough proximity to get back to the present. Striking the perfect balance between escape and reality.
Employed. Employment. Employability. Who knew such a simple word could represent the value of a life’s worth and the basic requirement in the working contemporary world. From the moment someone asks a child that fated question: what do you want to be when you grow up; its inculcated into the mind that adulthood goes hand-in-hand with having a job. More often than not, said job is associated with stability and long term life aspirations, and the preconception of it, is that it is a full time and permanent position.
I could almost swear that my parent’s joy over me getting a job before graduating was far greater than when I had announced that I would graduate with first class honours and was selected to showcase my collection at Singapore Fashion Festival.
The resident furry of my home is probably one of the most terrified creatures you will ever come across. I adopted her from a shelter when she was about 3 to 4 years old where she was given up by a pet shop after they couldn’t sell her. I can imagine a black lionhead lop rabbit would not be the first choice of anyone wandering into a pet shop. Black and long furred are not the ideal traits for a pet in Singapore due to cultural and climate related factors. Having minimal human interaction and mostly being confined to a cage during her formative years meant that she would take a while to get used to being in a human dictated environment as a pet. 6 months to be precise.
Home is where the heart is, and if this rings true then my home per se, has not been where or what it is thus far. The heart was never in this tiny country, it was everywhere but, seeking and dreaming about life and opportunities else where. The thrill of adventure and millennial #wanderlust syndrome was constantly calling out to me, to go on a holiday or just head out of the country for the sake of it. Singapore is boring.
Its my happy place. Floor to ceiling length windows that sunlight pours through and floods the room. It washes over the caramel parquet floors and glints off the mirrors that are flushed to the far right. A sense of calmness fills the air and time seems to slow down even with the busy street just sitting two floors down. I am welcomed by a comforting stillness as I set foot in the space.
This is the continuation or, as the title states, the second part of my recollections of my trip to Sri Lanka. The first part can be found here: Annual Family Holiday ver. 2018 feat. Sri Lanka (part 1), where I covered Colombo City, Nuwara Eliya and Horton Plains National Park.
We’re now on to Ella ( a relatively close neighbour of Nuwara Eliya), then on one of the most scenic rides in the world and finally, a suburb in Colombo, Mount Lavinia.