Im not doing a web-linked travel blog, so I will post this in sections. Read only if interested :) This journey didnt start well. After two frazzled days in busy Hong Kong trying to explore every inch of the city in a mere two days I found myself exhausted. And plagued by a bout of raging hormones I hurt someone very dear to me. Fast forward two days and I find myself in the hectic and dirty streets of Hanoi feeling like a rat running away from constant predators (the incessantly honking scooters) and that I spent 18 years dying to leave a third world country only to end up in one that makes that country look civilized. I wondered what the hell I was doing and spent the first two nights crying in my microsized hotel room with panic in my chest. I told myself I had to pull myself together, no longer having the support of the person I thought would accompany me from a distance on this somewhat scary but adventurous journey. I then end up in awe inspiring Halong Bay on beautiful old luxury wooden junk boat and knew beauty could be found in Vietnam, amidst the poverty and remnants of ill-kept bomb-blasted temples. I spent a wonderful two days kayaking, chatting and dining with a lovely Australian middle- aged couple who told me all about their struggles raising their now 20-year old autistic son, her battle with depression and obesity for twenty years (she now was a very hot MILF), his nervous breakdown and battles with a bullying boss, taking care of his family, his constant feelings of worry and anxiety and all the pills he had to pop to be able sleep let alone survive. It all sounded too familiar. Their honesty and openness was both heart wrenching and endearing: Chris and Vivian, Ill never forget you. But I do hope to see you when I come to Melbourne ;)
Posted on: Sat, 05 Apr 2014 03:25:25 +0000
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