One of the sweetest parts about travelling is meeting the locals, having a chat with them, and learning about their lives.
If there is one thing I want to humble brag about, it’s this.
“Mei, are you okay? You look sad.”
“Mei, why are you angry?”
“Mei, my intern is scared of you. She says you look fierce.”
I don’t know what my second brother was thinking when he decided that it would be a good idea to put mum, dad, and the both of us in a confined space together for six days.
Here I am writing under a red-headed tree, enjoying the perfect winter weather – sunny with a crisp, cooling breeze.
Ticking off my bucket list, one adventure at a time.
1. Gave myself scars with a story to tell in Phuket, Thailand
What happens when Wanderlust hits you, and you contract the travel bug?
It’s an itch you can’t stop scratching, a shiver you can’t shake off, a condition you do not want to cure.
I started travelling, not holidays, not getaways, but really travelling when I was 18. It started in US with a brother and a job, it escalated to Mauritius with a group of strangers and a volunteer stint, and then it evolved to the Middle East with a backpack and a guide book. I gave my heart to the wonders of travel and I never really got it back.