You know, i call travelling –especially to a new exotic place, a journey of breaking the heart. It is because everytime i go places i’d fall in love with them! And by the time i try to get to know the place deeper, it is also the time i must go.
So for me it is like a vicious cycle of breaking my heart purposedly –you come to a place, you fall in love, you go away, you break your heart!
And the worse is, you’d get a post-travel blues, and it’d be hard for you to move on, unless.. yes, unless you go to other place, to a new place. And then you go there, fall in love again (forget the previous one.. haha), and get your heart broken again, and the cycle continues.
Once you really realize that the world is not as small as a moringa leave, travelling becomes an urgency. You get yourself addicted. And it can only be eased by doing another travelling.
When asked whether I am a beach-type or a mountain-type, I can’t really answer. I thought I was a beach type. But once I got to know hiking in 2011, I have become addicted to it. I am like a kind of crazy newbie in this thing — like a friend said.
Well, definitely I will not stop. Like I always said to myself and to anybody else I know, do everything that the world has to offer, if you are able, at least once in your life time.
May the universe bless my wish. Aamiin.