It’s been a year since we were in China.
Feels like forever.
I remember this time last year… We would have been there already. Probably freezing as we got off the plane in Guilin. That’s pretty much the only time we used our huge winter coats. After that it was summer, hot, hot summer. All a year ago? That was an adventure and a half.
I miss it. I’d like to do it again.
Asia. Maybe Cambodia, Vietnam, Thailand. Maybe branch off over to India. I’d love to see those places. They’re so exotics, so exciting, so full of stories. I can say that. I’m a writer. I can put it down as “I-need-to-see-lots-of-places-for-my-writing”. Experience. That sort of thing.
I want to travel.
We’ll start small, Asia first. Then branch off to Africa. I’d really love to see Africa. And not just as a tourist in white shoes and perfectly done hair, with air-conditioning and good food and clean water and a beautiful hotel to return to when it gets too hot. I want to travel and see places as they really are. Get dirty. Mucky. Uncomfortable. Start dreaming of icecream and clean sheets. But that’s what makes going home so special. While you’re there, you rough it and see the world as most of people have to see it. Poor.
Yes, I loved going to China. It was my first visit overseas. I wish we could do it again someday, and maybe I will. When I “sell my book” and become ridiculously rich and famous and am touring the world for book signings (I also have a great imagination). Then I’ll go places. See things. Take pictures (though I’m not much of a photographer). And I’ll remember them. Write about them. Traveling. I had a go and I loved it. Pity those sorts of experiences leave you wanting more.
It’s a year since China. Our adventure-and-a-half. So where next?