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| Royal Palace, Phnom Penh, Cambodia - 26.09.2014, 4p |
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Readers Be Forewarned...
...tomorrow (28.09) I am flying out of Phnom Penh to Shenzhen, China (hopscotching Vietnam for now; long story involving visas, scheduling, and user error). I'll be in China for at least two weeks, in rural China for one of those weeks. Bear in mind, Internet is bound to be inconsistent. Fret not. I will try to post when I can, and will let everyone know when we're back at full speed. I hope you're enjoying the blog. Thanks for taking a look.
#RogueTripPOTD - 26.09.2014
A very sobering day at Chueung Ek, one of Pol Pot's "Killing Fields"..
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| Chueung Ek, Cambodia - 26.09.2014, 10a |
Thursday, September 25, 2014
#RogueTripPOTD - 24.09.2014
Some random thoughts during this 7 hour bus ride over approximately the same distance between New York City and Washington D.C....on a dirt road:
"Should my bus driver really be wearing a neck pillow?"
"You can't pass this guy, dude, you can't pass this guy, du-Jesus."
"Should my bus driver really be talking on his cell phone?"
"Watch out for that cow!" (multiply over 1000 times)
"Should my bus driver really be trying to grab the cell phone he just dropped under his seat?"
"Man, these bridges are really, really narrow...But at least they're paved."
"Don't be sad, Billy. Forty-five plus years of never getting car sick - that's a pretty nice run."
"Should my bus driver really be wearing a neck pillow?"
"You can't pass this guy, dude, you can't pass this guy, du-Jesus."
"Should my bus driver really be talking on his cell phone?"
"Watch out for that cow!" (multiply over 1000 times)
"Should my bus driver really be trying to grab the cell phone he just dropped under his seat?"
"Man, these bridges are really, really narrow...But at least they're paved."
"Don't be sad, Billy. Forty-five plus years of never getting car sick - that's a pretty nice run."
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| Somewhere between Siem Reap and Phnom Penh, Cambodia - 24.09.2014, 1p |
Monday, September 22, 2014
#RogueTripPOTD - 22.09.2014
Angkor Wat deserves two Pictures of the Day (it deserves a hundred, but...)
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| Angkor Wat, Angkor, Cambodia - 22.09.2014, 11a |
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Friday, September 19, 2014
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Monday, September 15, 2014
TRAVEL DISPATCH - WEEK ELEVEN - “TEN WEEKS”
“How long you been here?” the waitress repeated.
I answered her, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I’ve long ago gotten used to every question-and-answer exchange in southeast Asia needing at least two laps to accomplish understanding. Besides, the bar on Sukhumvit Road in Bangkok was crowded and noisy, and I was too busy watching the band onstage absolutely butcher a rendition of Led Zeppelin’s “Stairway to Heaven”. The lead singer, the only white guy in a seven-piece band (two members of which seemed to have no job responsibility other than standing and occasionally snapping their fingers) was doing his impersonation of Robert Plant, perfect if Plant was wearing a bald pate, a turquoise Greg Norman golf shirt, and forty extra pounds - and if Plant sang like he was gargling a blender. The singer gesticulated, thrust out his pelvis, shook loose the excess energy off his shoulders. It was a truly offensive performance, but I loved it. “This is one of those moments,” I thought. “A unique image, a chance to be where you are. Just enjoy it.”
The waitress repeated my answer. “Ten weeks?” she asked. I nodded. She nodded too, and frowned, impressed.
And that’s when I realized. Shit, I’ve been traveling for ten weeks now. That’s kind of a long time, huh? I’ve spent so much mental energy focusing on the theoretical length of this trip - forty weeks - that I don’t think I’m giving enough credence to the time that’s already passed. Most math majors can tell you that 40 > 10. Slightly fewer math majors can tell you that 40 - 10 = 30. Now, thirty weeks is a long time. Theoretically, there’s a long ways to go. But in hearing myself tell that waitress (well, hearing myself repeat it to that waitress) “Ten weeks,” it hit me.
That’s a healthy chunk of time, isn’t it?
I’ve seen a lot in those ten weeks. I’ve traveled over 18,000 miles, seen five countries, stayed in fifteen cities, seen a lot of things. I’ve climbed the steps at the Batu Caves in Kuala Lampur, swam in the Andaman Sea, and started a new novel. I've heard the worst rendition of “Stairway to Heaven” possible in Bangkok.
You’ll notice I use the word “theoretical” earlier. I’m not going to lie. There are moments when I don’t know if I’ll be able to make the entire time I’ve mapped out for this. There are moments - plenty of moments - when I want to stop the trip and return home. I don’t know what will happen, I don’t know how I’ll feel tomorrow or next week, how my money will last, how the holidays will hit me.
Those thoughts give me a lot of inner turmoil. I worry that if I come home before the forty weeks I planned out, people will consider it a disappointment, term the trip a failure.
This feeds into one of my problems with this entire effort, indeed, something I wanted this trip to address - my concern with other people’s expectations. When I started telling people about my plans, more than one friend became very concerned that I would be doing things that other people wanted me to do. When I told people about this blog, more than one friend advised me to not worry about what others wanted me to do with this site. These concerns were echoed by enough people, and with enough concerned vehemence that I realized, there must be something to it. Other people's expectations are something I’m too concerned with. Part of what I want this trip to accomplish was helping me give myself permission to do what I wanted to do, each and every day. I want to take this journey and allow myself to live it as it comes, not worry if I don’t hit a dozen tourist attractions per day, not be concerned if I stay in a city one more day, or one less day.
“Do you want to sing?” the waitress asked me.
I reared back slightly. “What?”
She indicated the stage. "Karaoke,” she said.
Suddenly it made a lot more sense. “No,” I said. “No thanks.”
This is my trip. I need to do what I want to do with it. And if that means it doesn’t last forty weeks, then that’s my decision.
Not that I’ve made that decision yet. But in always focusing on what I’m not doing, what I’m not going to finish, what I’m not accomplishing, I too rarely focus on what I have already accomplished. I may not last forty weeks. But I’ve already lasted ten.
Maybe I should give myself credit for it, huh?
That’s a healthy chunk of time, isn’t it?
Those thoughts give me a lot of inner turmoil. I worry that if I come home before the forty weeks I planned out, people will consider it a disappointment, term the trip a failure.
Maybe I should give myself credit for it, huh?
Saturday, September 13, 2014
#RogueTripPOTD - 13.09.2014
Last night in the Dawn of Happiness...
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| Ao Nam Mao Beach, Thailand - 13.09.2014, 4p |
Thursday, September 11, 2014
#RogueTripSOTD - 11.09.2014
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| Dawn of Happiness, Ao Nam Mao Beach, Thailand - 11.09.2014, 2p (Takin' care of the eyebrows tonight; yikes) |
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