Music has always been and always will be a big part of my life. Partly because I play a few instruments and sing, partly because music is my motivation and my muse. Quite often when travelling I’ll have my headphones in. It helps me to take in what I can see and smell, whilst reminding me that despite being alone in a foreign land, I am at peace and not alone in the slightest.
I’m still reliving my trip through Brunei and Myanmar almost daily. Memories of previous escapades pervade my mind regularly thanks to the music that flowed through me as I wandered along unknown streets in unknown places to destinations which were… pretty much unknown.
The hike I did in Brunei had a soundtrack of a small handful of tunes. All of which take me back to the unruly, unforgiving paths that undulated along the rim of a mountain, earning me views that spread out over Bandar Seri Begawan. The petite birds with their slight curves and pointed beaks, darting from branch to branch. There are moments along that journey where I’d remove my headphones and Basque in my surroundings. Where sound was only what nature provides.
Every time I hear Rise Up by Andra Day, my mind is cast back to the gym class I attended in Brunei. No white people, no English, just me and a bunch of locals jumping about following the commands of our instructor getting our sweat on. At last, the cool down track played and as we stretched I was serenaded by this track. Dripping with sweat, I silently sang along… ‘I will rise unafraid, and I’d do it a thousand times again.’
This time next week, there will be only 1 sleep remaining before my next adventure. Taiwan, Vietnam and Laos. 2 new countries and 1 familiar. I can’t wait 🙂