On the Rigors of Travel


(KUALA Lumpur) I didn't get a decent shot the last time I was here either. Meh.

(KUALA Lumpur) I didn’t get a decent shot the last time I was here either. Meh.

It’s 38 degrees Celsius here and my new Chuck Taylors hurt.

Plus I barely got any sleep the previous night and spent about seven hours straight on conveyances of various kinds (i.e., taxis, trams, planes, trains, etc.).

Most importantly, I’m not as young as I used to be.

All of which translated to an uncharacteristic gratitude when our tour guide brought us back to the hotel earlier than planned.

Gad. I’ve got some major travel mojo to recover.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

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On the Pause before the Plunge


(ROLLER Coaster) Erm, I thought screaming MEANT that you were enjoying the ride. (Image sourced from www.pravsworld.com.)

(ROLLER Coaster) Erm, I thought screaming MEANT that you were enjoying the ride. (Image sourced from http://www.pravsworld.com.)

I’m not a fan of roller coasters, but I know that the best ones make an art of suspense. There’s that long, ever-so-tortuous climb to the peakdrawn out for maximum effect more than anything elsefollowed by an even more agonizing pause, before the plunge whose only saving grace is the fact that it actually ends more quickly than one anticipates.

Right now, I feel like I’m moments away from my own agonizing pause, after literally more than a year of tortuous climbing.

For once, I regret that the plunge ahead will be brief. I know that the next three weeks will fly right by in a headlong rush of novel sights and sounds, fresh epiphanies and experiences.

So this is me, stretching my arms straight up to the heavens, grinning toothily at the camera that’s designed to capture the roller coaster rider’s expression of either stark terror or utter exhilaration.

I’ll see you all at the end of the ride.

😀

On the Eagerness to Fly


Yes, mummy loves you sweetie, but she really needs her life back.

Yes, mummy loves you sweetie, but she really needs her life back.

After all the straining and striving, the huffing and puffing, the soldiering and trudging, I’ve finally arrived at the point where I can say:

Enough. I’ve done enough. I’ve worked hard enough, prepared well enough, compensated far enough. And finally, it’s time to just get up and go.

Yes, I’ve still got one more day to go and a few loose ends left to tie up. But really.

I’m good.

I’m ready.

Let’s go.

Let’s do this.

Let’s cut the apron strings and…fly.