Fast forward

How can anyone be sad when the see puppies and butterflies everyday?

Sooo after Bangkok I headed up north to Chang Mai. I was feeling like some zen time and decide to take on the 10 day Vippissanna. White clothes, free room and board, beautiful surroundings, and meditation(sigh). It's funny, if someone told me at home that I could stay silent and meditate for 7 hours a day I wouldn't believe it...But I did. Mind you it didn't last long. After speaking to my travel pal on day four we decided to leave the monastery. It just wasn't the type of meditation we were compatible with.

Walking down the street after cleaning our rooms and sneaking out it felt soo new and different. I felt so content with anything. Everything seemed so simple. On day 14 we left for the Mountains for three days of trekking. The hike on the first day was beautiful but was almost entirely straight up. There were parts of the trail where the palm trees were completly surrounding us giving me the feeling of being one of the three kids trapsing through their backyard in 'Honey we Shrunk the Kids.' But the view was spectacular.

On day 20 we travelled from Chang Mai all the way to Siem Riep in Cambodia. We were going to Angkor Wat.

We started our first day with a sunrise. It was the coldest, dustiest ride ever. Super bumpy, pitch black, my eyes were mushed with sleep, and the air was freezing. Angkor Wat is huge.There is a moat the size of a lake around it. Not only the bigges religious structure in the world but I think it may be the only religious monument that combines 2 religions, Hinduism and Buddism. As I walked along the walls of the different scenes I wondered if they were myth or reality. It is as magical as I thought and I feel both honoured and blessed for laying my eyes and my hands on it.

As of now, day 33 I think (and travelling solo!) I'm on this darling island in Thailand, Ko Chang. First day I was here I wondered about with my guitar on my back to investigate the area. By night fall I had new friends, a wicked bungalow, and was invited to play regularily at a Rasta Bar in exchange for free food.

~ At home I was thinking that it would be harder to meet people...
Travelling(in the sense of meeting people) is like being in a ski lodge cafeteria. Everyone has red sweaty faces, matted hair, and stinks. You look over and see an older lady struggling to get her boot off and you rush over to give her a hand cause you know exactly how she's feeling and how awesome it's gonna feel when she gets it off.

You tug and tug until you fall backward with the boot in your hands and both start laughing. She thanx you and you smile...

~ Never be afraid to travel because it's just like being at concert. You already have something in Common:)