Out of sorts
Trip Start
Feb 20, 2008
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Trip End
Aug 20, 2008
Haven't been writing much for several reasons: first, we haven't been doing much besides sitting around in cafes and bumming around in our hostel while we recover from the previous bus ride and prepare for our next super long one.
Second, I just feel out of sorts and not really in the mood for anything. I keep feeling like I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time and just stuck in a general feeling of blah-ness. Travel always made me excited and raring to go. This time, in an exotic continent with the love of my life, I find myself seemingly preoccupied with everything yet nothing. Sigh.
These crazy days are putting very random thoughts in my head at night, especially on the long overnight bus rides. I look up at the stars and the silhouette of trees and think of how the survivors of the Titanic must have felt, bobbing in a freezing ocean while staring at a sky studded with stars
The past 2 bus rides, I've been staring out into the pitch darkness as our driver manoeuvered the unwieldly double deck bus on the winding mountain roads. "I wonder how long it would take for me to die if we plunged off the cliff into the void beneath..." I would sit and ponder. I have also taken to the strange habit of setting my ipod to Music > Genre > Chinese > All. Somehow, the power chords and FIR singing "Wo Men de Ai" ("Our Love") seemed to me an appropriate soundtrack for worrying about plunging off cliffs.
I am trying hard to stay optimistic, happy and sane. Enjoy the smiling pictures....
Felicia in a strange limbo.
Second, I just feel out of sorts and not really in the mood for anything. I keep feeling like I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time and just stuck in a general feeling of blah-ness. Travel always made me excited and raring to go. This time, in an exotic continent with the love of my life, I find myself seemingly preoccupied with everything yet nothing. Sigh.
These crazy days are putting very random thoughts in my head at night, especially on the long overnight bus rides. I look up at the stars and the silhouette of trees and think of how the survivors of the Titanic must have felt, bobbing in a freezing ocean while staring at a sky studded with stars
Inca Kola!
. "They must have been scared because there were no trees," I would say suddenly to Rob, without context.The past 2 bus rides, I've been staring out into the pitch darkness as our driver manoeuvered the unwieldly double deck bus on the winding mountain roads. "I wonder how long it would take for me to die if we plunged off the cliff into the void beneath..." I would sit and ponder. I have also taken to the strange habit of setting my ipod to Music > Genre > Chinese > All. Somehow, the power chords and FIR singing "Wo Men de Ai" ("Our Love") seemed to me an appropriate soundtrack for worrying about plunging off cliffs.
I am trying hard to stay optimistic, happy and sane. Enjoy the smiling pictures....
Felicia in a strange limbo.


