I’ve been on the road for 3 1/2 weeks now, 6 countries down and 1 last stop to go. Saying goodbye in Kuala Lumpur was hard, but was also a moment that reminded me that being a solo traveller doesn’t mean that I’m solo all the time. But, waiting for me in Sydney is one of my traveller friends I met a coupe of years ago in Bangkok, who has offered me a spare room in his house for a few nights while I adjust to normal life before going home.
I’ve been to Sydney a few times now. There’s nothing new that I really want to see, so being in my friend’s home has provided me a soft place to land after 3 1/2 weeks of constant sensory overload.
On my first trip to Asia I spent my final night of the trip, in a bar in Hong Kong sipping on a lychee flavoured cocktail, smoking shisha and thinking about all the things I’d done in the 2 weeks leading up to that moment. It was in this moment that I told myself that I should always factor in time for reflection in each of my journeys so that I can give myself the chance to process everything.
Sydney was perfect for that.
My friend and I stayed up late talking about my adventures and talking about whats been going on in his life since we we went to Cairns together a few months prior.
I reflect on my time in Bali, Singapore, Dubai, Abu Dhabi, Sri Lanka, Bangkok, Chiang Mai, Penang and Kuala Lumpur… I think about the people I’ve met, the dates I’ve been on, the architecture, cooking school, getting lost… constantly, the food, the smells, the pleasure of no alarm for an entire month.
I told myself that I was going to celebrate my 30th birthday at the top of the tallest building in the world… so I did 🙂 Jaiye ori mi 😀
I also use this time in Sydney to think about what I want out of 2015. My career isn’t where I want it to be, I’ still have a long way to go with my studies, I wish I could live overseas, and I’m torn with being single.