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This was unexpected. Apparently, I’m backpacking to India, solo. Due to circumstances, my other travel buds Jan and Carmz had to back out. Reasons: dreams and heart. I’m all for that, and actually hell excited for us three.
More than a month and off I fly. Excitement would def be an understatement. Won’t be a hypocrite, I’ve done a lot of solo travels, but this is just the ultimate. As of yet. Jitters are killing me. But whatever. I want this real bad. Making this happen. ✈
Cross-posted from my blog last 05.28.11. :)
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One very important travel lesson. Never underestimate a country map and its distance from a state to another—from your netbook screen.
Tonight, I find out that it takes a two-night train ride from Chennai, the city I’ll be landing at from Kuala Lumpur, to New Delhi, should I wish to go directly. NO.
Anyhow, since never in my right state of mind did I wish for that, I’m squeezing in a lot of side trips, which are actually a bulk of my main trips. So yeah. Hang in there, soul of my buns. Please bear with this nuttyhead.
PS: IndiaMike will be my bff from now on. I loff you.
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Okay, India talk again. Carmz and I have decided not to push through with the Nepal side trip. Asides from all the visa fees emptying our purses, I realized we would be running out of time rushing our stay there. Being in Nepal meant drinking tea in the morning and seeing the Himalayas and doing nothing but just embracing the moment being in Nepal. Hence, shall reserve it for another trip.
Our next option, Dharamsala. Well, it isn’t very much our last resort, since seeing the personal Dharamsala trip photos of MangoRed’s Randall Dagooc for an article I wrote sometime two years ago, I just knew I had to be there.
I’m a bit anxious about the road trip though as it requires a very long cab ride to get there. Hoping Carmz’s Bangladeshi boyfriend and other Indian friends join us. Anyhow, that’s it for tonight. Sweet dreams, folks!
*Photo credits: Randall Dagooc
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06.09.11
4:59am
So the real journal-ing begins. Dug out my oldie Author’s, a leather journal (blanks, of course) I acquired mid of last year, supposedly for my US hobo-ing.
I’m calling it The Namaste Diary—chronicling all the happenings before, during and after the trip.
It will be my own little brown book, composed of words, rants, ideas, addresses, instax photographs, and a whole lot of spur of the moment shit.
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Just saying.
The thought of ‘travel is only for the moneyed’ is a bummer and I negate. First, there’s a thing called saving up for a trip a year in advance and a seat sale where you can snag airline tickets for 3 countries for only P6,000. Yes, including tax.
And oh, if you can make do w/ a jurassic phone for years and a once in a blue moon shopping for new clothes or less dine outs in exchange of dough for hostel nights and a stingy pocket money, I think you’ll survive.
And honey, you know that feeling when you get home after your ‘dream’ trip and you have no freakin idea on how you survived with that measly bank account, and unbelievably, you still did—it’s priceless. Literally and figuratively.
And I think if you really, really, really want something, you can and will find a way. I think your next step is just to make a move. One step at a time. Travel when you’re still young and able, and not swimming with money but sadly, old with the brittlest bones. I know it’s hell easier said than done, but you get my drift?
