The idea of getting back to regular blogging came to me on a slow, green, rainy, quiet Saturday in Koh Lanta. It was one of those trail of thoughts and conversation that only comes outside of city life, in a free world, when everything slows down beautifully. That trail that starts at “why am I so far away from my country for the sake of bread butter and beer? Not like I didn’t have a job there!” and ends at “Dude. Air Asia”. And everything in between. Every justification. Every counter argument. Very devil’s advocate-ish.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think it’s impossible to do this trail if you live in India. But in this household, there is so much love for the freedom, diversity, and awesomeness that is traveling in India that getting out for a vacation didn’t cross our minds too often. If it did, there was always the choice between the trouble of rules, paperwork, and planning versus spontaneity. Anybody’s guess which one won.
Anyway, the high point of living in Malaysia has been the travel. The insane amount of “you see that picture? Let’s go there.” Or “you spend an extra 2 hours and you are in the middle of nowhere in a mainstream ‘tourist country'”. There was the luxury of time to go to Cambodia and see more than Angkor Wat. Or go to Thailand and not stop at Krabi. Or Phuket. Or risking going to Koh Lanta in green season when, according to the internet, everything shuts down. Or Bali without sea view window. Or even having these moments of realization that sometimes there is a reason that makes mainstream, mainstream. Of looking beyond selfie clicking tourists at Angkor Wat and seeing the grandeur beyond photos that flood the internet. There is also a special kind of kick that comes from converting Google Image Search results to memories of a lifetime.
Yes, south east asia has really opened up to me these last couple of years. The food, the smells, the sights, the people. And it is amazing that a group of tiny countries so close to each other almost have nothing in common! Apart from the Andaman and South China Seas. I asked for diversity. And boy did I get it. Even in every accomodation in every getaway. It’s been a different experience every time!
That is why South East Asia trails deserve a travelogue. Actually no, scratch that. Not a travelogue. Just blog posts for posterity. Because in my world, pictures and videost still don’t say a thousand words. Words do.
Watch this space for more.