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18 days, 7 cities, and thousands of kilometers of travel. How do people survive these things. We seemed to have faired OK… but sitting here barely being able to stay up, with a pounding headache and not knowing what day of the week it is… this post vacation rehabilitation is going to be tough.

The trip being so long, it felt like it was forever. The worries of the world were away and we were caught up in our temporary lives for the moment. Where is the now? The one problem with traveling to so many destinations is that each place is profoundly different that the last. Each place had its own little flavors. Each place takes you away. But with leaving one experience and jumping into the next, it leaves very little time to reflect and reminisce about the last. We were enjoying the breeze of the warm air on scooters in Thailand, and thrown into the city life of Taiwan. Then from the indulgence of the food and spoilage from family in Taiwan, we departed for Hong Kong and its abundance of character and shopping. And now, back home, each city feels a million miles away in the mind but all in one big jumble. What to miss. Where is the heart at this moment. I search the memories now to each leg of the trip only to find an endless pool of joy and emotions. I gladly let any one of them take me.

With the digital age, the Hustle was documented completely with the digital camera. No film. But I must say, the quality was definitely lacking compared to the good ol handy 35 mm. But this allowed us to have in a sense, a video diary of the trip, documenting more than I would have if I had to pay to develop the useless pics you only take when on vacation. So 900 stored images later… my instant gratification is at my fingertips and only a simple sort through will be needed now to get the hard copies printed. No matter how easy it is to view the computer screen, nothing beats flipping though an album.

Back home, back to work, back to life. I place my head on the pillow soon and hope to get my clock back on track, but more so, I hope to close my eye and dream of my temporary life for just a little bit longer…

Words:

Pornsawan
Mitsukoshi
Admiralty
Gentle
Baht
Should have bought more
Golfballs
Meet the quota
There was cuppage
You Good
Pork Chop

Mo Chit