Just got back from a 6 day Indochina pseudo-adventure. Despite the numerous air transfers, language barriers and wet weather, i can't wait to do it all over again. Like a chance meeting, a first date, I think those 6 days were enough to make me want to get to know the place more, although a second date could be years away. That isn't so bad either because by then, the land would have changed enough for it to be both familiar and new.
Walking along the backpacker areas and seeing so many Caucasians who seem to have taken months off to go around the world have done nothing but fuel my inner wanderlust. And though i'm a stickler for good personal hygiene, I can't help but envy them, their reused clothing and sweaty looks notwithstanding. There's something so exhilarating about an unfamiliar city, where every turn leads to unexpected surprises and every stop is a new experience. Nothing can make me feel more infinite than turning the world into one big road trip. Nothing is boring. There are no routines. Everything is seen with new eyes.
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