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I make a terrible blogger.

I have been traveling for almost 2 months and this is my 2nd blog post…I must say, I fail at blogging.  I had a netbook when I came here, but after Samantha arrived and we were on a ferry in Koh Phangan, we were caught in a torrential downpour of rain, and my little laptop never came back to life. Since then, I have purchased a tablet, first a fake one that worked terribly, then a real one which I’m typing on now. It’s hard for me to type long messages (with hard being a substitute for the word lazy), but I will try harder in the future!

So many things have happened since the last post! Samantha came, and we journeyed to Koh Phangan on a sleeper train and arrived just in time for the Full Moon Party. If you’re curious as to what it was like, the images that will pop up when you Google it are pretty self-explanatory; it was crazy! Everyone had glowing shirts or body paint or buckets in their hand, and on the tuk-tuk ride there, Samantha and I met 2 guys who we ended up hanging out with most of the night. I would advise all females to NOT GO ALONE. I was separated for a little while when I was dancing in the rain, and so many people were asking if I came alone, a group of guys pulled me and started kissing my cheeks, and a random guy who was dancing with all of us followed me into the ocean and got extremely handsy, in which case I ran away.

But it was so much fun, I’m contemplating going again in January! It was pretty rainy the rest of our stay, we climbed up to the top of a peak and up a waterfall, motorbiked around and got some sun. Then we headed north to Chiang Mai, saw some movies in the cinema on our lazy day, soaked our feet in a hot spring and bathed in a mineral pool, pet tigers, and rode and bathed elephants bareback. I loved interacting with the elephants the most, and since I am planning on going to Thailand again in a month or 2, I may try out volunteering at an elephant camp for a week or 2 weeks, just so I can have more time with them (while also getting the opportunity to clean up their poop, which are almost the size of my head).

On the bus from Chiang Mai to Bangkok, I became so terribly sick, I don’t know how or why, but I ended up vomiting on the bus 2 or 3 times. It was an overnight VIP bus, so I’m thankful I got sick on the most comfortable one, but I’m sure the people around me minded as I retched uncontrollably into a trash bag and made the whole downstairs of the bus smell like a pile of sick. Even after I got off the bus in Bangkok, I fell to my knees and vomited again into a small plastic bag, sweating and struggling to catch my breath in front of the entire bus terminal…I’m sure I did America proud.

When we went back to Bangkok, we researched what temples around us would do a Sak Yant (sacred tattoo done by a monk) for us, and found out about Wat Bang Phra in a town a couple of hours away. It was such an experience to get one, especially since it was my first tattoo, so I will post a separate blog describing it, but I did get one and I love it and have no regrets!

Once Samantha left, I went to Siem Reap in Cambodia after overstaying my Thai visa for 2 days, resulting in some confusion with my Vietnam visa. After a cramped minibus ride where we were stopped by Thai police and and our driver was fined for something expired, avoiding a border scam at a restaurant, and a 1000 baht fine for overstaying my visa, I arrived in Cambodia! I spent 2 days exploring Angkor Wat, Ta Prohm Kell, and other smaller temples, I was templed out, and spent the rest of my stay in Siem Reap meeting people and drinking. A girl I had met in the hostel, Petra, and I went to Battambang together, where we saw millions of bats fly out of a cave at dusk, kayaked and swam in the river while local children gawked, witnessed the Killing Fields, visited a crocodile farm, and rode the Bamboo Train, among other things.

We traveled to Phnom Penh together and separated when she went to Sihanoukville and I stayed to explore the S21 (Tuol Sleng prison) that was once a high school that the Khmer Rouge turned into a prison. It was indescribable and heartbreaking and incomprehensible to understand why this recent time period in Cambodia occurred, and why the US never even taught us about it in schools. I only spent a night in Phnom Penh, then went off to Otres Beach, where I met an awesome group of people, and spent my whole stay there pigging out, bumming on the beach, and drinking at night. I had to leave because my Vietnam visa arrival date had already arrived, and Vietnam’s visa cost way more than Cambodia’s, so I plan on returning to Cambodia to explore the islands more after my 2nd round in Thailand.

After the most terrifying sleeper bus ride ever, I arrived in Ho Chi Minh City and had to stay at a dodgy guesthouse, since the hostel I forgot to book was full. I met up with a friend I met in Bangkok, Kris, and we decided to be travel buddies through Vietnam. Our first reunion day, we drank way too much in a 12 hour time span, and I almost had to sleep outside of my guesthouse because the metal gate was down and no one was answering. I ended up failing at trying to sleep, so I pulled up the heavy gate and snuck underneath it, tiptoed behind the desk to grab my room key, and crept past the 2 sleeping bodies in the lobby. I have never been more proud of myself. Kris and I explored the city and took a tour of the Cu Chi Tunnels, which were amazingly well thought out and created. We even got to go through 200 meters of cramped tunnels, which at one point, became so narrow and stifling that I had to crawl on my hands and knees to fit through. There were escapes throughout the tunnel, but I ended up being 1 of 5, out of the 45 people who attempted it in my group, to make it to the end!

We went to Mui Ne after Saigon, and got a cheap deal on a wonderful hotel, but we did not do much except sled down the red sand dunes and get sick, me from drinking and Kris from a soup he had. We took the bumpiest, most uncomfortable bus ride to Da Lat, which is a beautiful hilly city with incredibly beautiful architecture and gorgeous mountain scenery, that went down to almost freezing temperatures (for me) at night, since it sits 2000 meters above sea level. We went to the Crazy House there, took a cable car in the mountains, explored the waterfalls there, rode a toboggan down a mountain, and tried our hand at archery (not doing terribly bad either)! I managed to lose both of my debit cards, one in Ho Chi Minh and the other in an ATM in Da Lat (which I was able to recover the next day), but I will have to rely on poste restante in Hanoi to get my original debit card back…I am such a terrible traveler.

What appalled me was witnessing 2 employees of the waterfall and roller coaster place trying to catch a duck. We walked up on an asshole in a cream suit throwing rocks the size of my fist at the duck, only stopping after I yelled “stop” continuously and after his friend told him to. I followed them after that, because I knew they only stopped for our sakes, but the friend of asshole caught the obviously injured duck and carried it up the mountain. We followed him,  and after the many ugly faces I threw in his direction, he followed us further up the mountain and motioned for me to follow him and watch as he let the duck go in a gaggle of fellow ducks by a pond. I stopped being angry at him, because now I’m pretty sure he was just trying to rescue the duck from the waterfall, and his asshole friend was just being a dick, which is basically what the duck rescuer was miming to me since he didn’t speak English. I hope the duck is okay and that that indeed is the real story, but at least the duck did not get its head smashed in )= It took a lot for me not to punch either of them in the face.

But now we are on a bus to Nha Trang, where we will celebrate Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and Boxing Day (which I gather is an English holiday from my English travel buddy, Kris), where we will hopefully meet some people to go out and party with, while also hunting for a traditional Christmas dinner. I promise I will write more frequently, more for my sake than anything else! Have a Happy Christmas/holidays to everyone!

P.S. It is way too complicated and frustrating to crop and resize and place photos on this tablet, so I will post them in separate posts.  First world problems!


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Holy crap, next Friday!

Wow, so I’ve been so busy with hanging out with people and camping out in springs and planning my trip that I did not realize that I am leaving NEXT FRIDAY!  There are times where it crosses my mind and my heart jumps in my throat and I feel like I am going to vomit, and then there are times when I get wildly excited.  I can’t understand the distinction between the two, but nothing is stopping me now.  I have pretty much packed my bag, I just have to add a couple more clothing items, lotion and bug spray, and my electronics (netbook, ipod nano, and very basic cell phone) in my backpack.  I weighed it today and with most of my stuff in there, it is only 16 lbs, which is under my goal of 20 lbs or less!

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My Gregory Jade 38 litre backpack.

The thing that is weighing my pack down the most is probably my steel mesh bag protector, which is 1.5 or 2 lbs, but I am cheaping out in pretty much all of the hostels I stay at (a.k.a. the cheapest dorm rooms, possibility of no lockers), and I would rather not worry about my netbook and personal items while I’m away.  My netbook is my mom’s anyways, I gifted her a Mac for her birthday and she hasn’t used the netbook once since then, but still…  I bought a packing cube and rolled up all of my clothes, which has really helped conserve space, my backpack looks pretty small!  I won’t have a daypack either, just my purse, which is rolled up into my backpack in my picture, so I think I’m doing good so far on space and weight!

Work is making me very sad.  I really will miss everyone there, and they all just keep worrying about me and saying that they’re going to miss me and asking me questions about my trip.  My manager brings it up every once in a while and they are all just so attentive and interested, and I have never been around so many good people who care all at once.  The company I work for is screwing over the commission system again, so it seems that I am getting out at the right time, but I feel bad for everyone there.  This Friday is my last day, and I would like to think that I will be stoic and professional, but I will probably break down in helpless tears and ugly cry all the way home.

I’m going to list the stuff I’m packing hopefully in the next post, I have to help Samantha pack before she’s actually off…I worry about her because I’ve been to a 3rd world country (or close to it, Russia every 3 years) village and I’ve been to places with limited English and questionable directions, yet she has not, and I would not leave her alone in a foreign country.  I’m sure she would fare well, but I would worry nonetheless.

I have been stalking things to do while Samantha is with me and when I’m over there, and I’m planning bungy jumping, activities with elephants (per Samantha’s adamant requests to ride them), getting certified in scuba diving in Koh Tao, attending the Full Moon Party in Koh Phagnan, a 10 day meditation, and getting my first tattoo, a Sak Yant tattoo from a monk!  I have to find more things to do to spread out throughout the trip, but those are my goals so far.  I don’t know why, but I have had a stroke of luck making more money at work, which is allowing me to actually accomplish fun things in SEA rather than just starving in cheap hostels (which would have been fine by me anyways).

The only problem is that my wrist still hurts when I try to pick stuff up (from my accident), and my recent MRI showed a herniated disc, which explains the pain that shoots up and down my left leg.  It is affecting my daily life, and I’m trying to stretch it out and work it out as much as I can, but I really just want to have a normal backfor this trip…  This trip is a time for me to be more selfish than I have ever been in my life, and I want my biggest worries to be where I am staying the next upcoming night and what way should I wear my awesome convertible dress.  I have spent so much of my life worrying about schooling, a career, a significant other, EVERYTHING but how I feel.  This is my chance to worry about no one but myself.

I may or may not be a little inebriated in this post, which will happen the last 2 weeks that one is in the US and all of a sudden, everyone wants to hang out and drink to your well-being, so I apologize for my scattered thoughts!

Creeping closer.

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Is this what people think of when you say “dress me for my journey”?

I don’t know where time goes, but I have a countdown on my phone, and it feels like yesterday it was 60 days left until SE Asia, and today it is 34.  In a flurry of panic over how close it got without me noticing, I dropped too much money all at once on my backpack, Tevas, Pacsafe purse, and miscellaneous travel items all spread out throughout the week.  It pretty much ended up that every lunch break I got at work, I ended up spending more than $50 each time shopping on my phone.

On the UPSIDE, my crappy job is turning out to give me a couple of good commission paychecks!  I’m trying to use that extra money for the return ticket back and maybe buying myself a couple of more months in Asia, especially to go to India.  I’m also hoping my settlement from my accident will get settled while I’m over there, and if I collect the money there…I may never come back!  I really will miss all of my coworkers, they got me through a tough time and I really do have a lot of fun there and have met some really good people; it’s a shame I’m leaving after I’ve started to make decent money there and cultivated some nice relationships…

So far down – I have bought my one-way plane ticket to Bangkok (thank you for the moral support and hand-holding, Peter! Now shut up about me mentioning you!), immunizations (Hep A and Typhoid and a prescription for Doxys as anti-malarials, which my use of is doubtful), backpack, shoes, anti-theft purse, mom’s netbook, and various little things I will need.  I’ll be posting a full packing list (tentatively), and I should be a pro at it considering how often I’ve been stalking everyone else’s packing lists on Google.  I luckily received a free(?) tetanus shot after busting my head open at 3am and my trip to the emergency room because my roommates were panicking at how much blood there was.  Needless to say, after dropping $175 on immunizations, I passed on the 3 rounds of rabies shots for $200 apiece…I’ll just avoid cuddling the wildlife.

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My battle wounds.

SO!  Samantha is joining me in Bangkok!  She had 17 days off of work, and I humorously suggested her visiting me there…and it just managed to happen!  She’ll be arriving on the 15th, with barely enough time for us to get to Koh Phagnan for the Full Moon Party.  I feel like I have to go since reading up about it from so many travel sites, and I’m glad I will have someone babysitting me, since I lose all sense of propriety under the influence.  I will not be turning my trip into an all-out $1 beer fest, since funds are so limited; plus, I would like to be sober for most of my trip!  But I’m glad she’s coming (=

I’m nervous about meeting new people.  I’m shy in my head, but in real life I can start up conversation with anyone.  That doesn’t mean my heart doesn’t hammer against my chest when I do so.  And what if I befriend the wrong person at a bar and end up getting cut up into little ????????  No, but really, I’m not too worried about my safety, I’m paranoid about strange men as is, I just wish I could take pepper spray or a taser there…JUST in case.

Well, I’ll try and update more frequently as time passes!  Now I need to take some passport-sized photos, make copies of everything, buy more miscellaneous things, and continue to live frugally and switch my $20 or more pool/bar dates with friends to $5-between-2-people kayaking dates instead.  I’ve discovered chewing ice makes me feel like I’m eating when there is nothing to eat at home and I want to avoid spending money.  </3


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I don’t even know where to begin because my whole story is kind of complicated…but I guess you can say it all started with my motorcycle accident.

I had a blue 2005 Ninja 500r, and her name was Darla.  I had her for about a year and a half, and rode her recreationally and to and from work.  I was riding her home from my new job for the first time on March 18th when a lady made a left hand turn in front of me, violating my right of way.  I t-boned her near the end of her car and flew over it, landing on the ground.  I broke some bone in my wrist near my joint, I don’t even know the name of it, and I had to get pins and screws inside my left wrist.  Apart from that, I had bruises and scrapes and I couldn’t walk normally on my left leg for a few weeks, but it could have and probably should have been way worse.

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Darla was totaled </3

I also had a boyfriend that I was dating for almost a year.  It was serious (at least to me) and we were planning on moving in together when my lease was up in August, especially since I couldn’t afford living on my own with my crap hourly pay job.

I also was planning to start applying for my career, giving myself until May to get ready for the rigorous physical abilities test and to get all the needed documents together.

These three things all tie together because if even just one of these things hadn’t occurred, I would not have this opportunity that I am facing now.

  • If I hadn’t had my accident, I would have applied in May and (hopefully) been on my way to starting my career at the ripe age of 22 (my surgery didn’t allow for me to be able to do push-ups for 3 months)
  • If I hadn’t gone through the most terrible break-up of my life, the fear of losing our relationship would have held me back from an adventure in another country. After we broke up, I just wanted to run away from my life.
  • As I was recovering from this time in my life, I put pursuing my career on hold while I scrambled to put my life back together and find a place to live since everyone I knew had signed a lease already

So through this break-up, I met a friend named Samantha, that I never would have met if I hadn’t dated ex-boyfriend, who ended up letting me live with her to avoid letting me live out of my car.  Consequently, the fact that I wasn’t locked into a lease also helped me make my decision to leave.  During the last days in my apartment, I made myself a bubble bath, had a glass of wine, and watched 13 Going On 30.  In the middle of this, I realized I needed something big and different to happen to me so I could find that naive peace within me again.

I contemplated moving to NY, but I realized that I would fall into a rut there like I had here. Then I considered working on a cruise line.  Then, while on the phone with Samantha, I realized I needed to just take a trip.  See some part of the world I had never laid eyes on before.

It took me roughly 10 full hours of having this thought in my head before I started telling everyone I was going to go backpacking in Southeast Asia.  See, I had quit smoking a year before, and the way that I did it was I told everyone immediately that I quit.  My pride was so big that I couldn’t bear to let anyone see me fail, so I made sure everyone knew I quit so I would fear their response if they saw me go back on my word.

So it took me about a month before I gathered up the courage to buy my ticket to Bangkok, but as of today it is official…I leave November 1st,  no turning back!

…now please excuse me while I go throw up from sheer terror.