But three weeks in southern China? Too damn freaking long. I left the country disenchanted, fatigued, and desperate for home.
When I was a young girl, I’d catch moments of mom getting lost in her own thoughts. Sometimes while she drank her coffee or methodically ate her dinner, her eyebrows would scrunch up to form a little hill between her eyes. I could see the gears turning in her head; she drifts off into the distance.
“You went diving in Brunei?” was the most common reaction people gifted me after finding out what I did over the long weekend.
Everyone tells me Brunei is boring. Really? I wanted to find out for myself. It was a 4-days-3-nights spontaneous decision to heed the call of #DiscoverBrunei and enter what Brunei Tourism calls the “Kingdom of Unexpected Treasures”.
Can you believe that after seven months since my return to you, people are still asking me why I came back? Just last week at breakfast an auntie asked me “Why don’t you continue working there? Malaysia economy and politic is so bad now, stay in New Zealand better.”
When I first heard about David Wu’s 4,000km cycling expedition from Kedah to China, I thought it would be a story of a man discovering his home. ‘This would be an article of a lost man finding where he truly belonged’, I thought as I get ready to meet him.
“Let’s go hiking in Malaysia!” I pestered my old hiking buddy from my university Trekking Club. A club that had long disintegrated after we left university years ago.
Dad told mom I was crying like a baby when it happened. He was right, I was bawling like the biggest 23-year-old baby in the world.
“Did you have to show them your passport before they let you past the Klang toll?”
They say travelling in Sri Lanka is the safer, easier version of risky India. Camilla, a Brazilian girl whom I met one night in this little island ferociously nodded at how true this statement was as she had just spent six months in India on her own.