In less than 4 hours, I will be making my way to the airport but I have yet to get started on the packing, and don’t ask me why I am here writing instead of packing.

My pre-trip jitters and stress are unparalleled for any other trips I have done, even when the past 3 – 4 months I have been travelling just solely for work. Of course, having a teeny weeny bit of fear for flying doesn’t help much there.

Yes, I will be returning to Europe yet again, and re-visiting some of the places I had already been to, and exploring new grounds. The difference is, the whole family will be with me this time round.

HOW. FREAKING. SCARY. IS. THAT?!

I even had a proposal/itinerary typed out much to the amusement of my colleagues.

I know plenty of you might not understand why I am this panicky, to the point that I had had nightmares of missing the train, missing the flight… even bad weathers, which explains why I have been pretty tired from the lack of sleep recently = looking absolutely chui is not good news for camwhoring during the trip.

WHY I NEVER DREAM OF BUMPING INTO SOME HOT ENGLISH MEN WHO WILL SWEEP ME OFF MY FEET AH?!

Then, just before the trip, I dream of the endless work waiting for me when I come back because my boss declared that he will be a slave driver to me when I come back.

I got so bored in the dream I woke up, and failed to get back to sleep. Want to cry or not you tell me.

So today is the day.

Tomorrow, we will arrive in London on New Year’s Eve, and we will be joined by some friends for reunion dinner in Leicester Square.

Minibean had planned her own itinerary and been speaking the Queen’s English, which I have absolutely no idea where she picked it up from.

I have something in mind for the itinerary, which was something that came up after discussing with my parents, and even I feel a little rushed and tiring looking at it, YET they are telling me they wanna add in some more places, like, uhm, just a couple of hours back.

And that was AFTER they realised there will not be any tour guide, and I think the horror registered on my face when my dad asked if the guide who will be bringing us around will meet us there, and has the guide finished co-ordinating everything.

Nope. Nada. No guide. Just me, papa.

And I have no idea how and what to pack, honestly.

London for Lunar New Year – expecting temperatures to be 5 – 10, which falls in my favourite range.

Rome has awesome weather ranging from 5 – 15, which would be good for the family.

Then the horror starts with Florence, when it gets to minus 4, which is quite a relief cos temperature was going to -11 in Florence in recent days and are getting foggy.

We will then be done with Italy, which is a place I love and I remember the day I was in Rome some years back and I thought to myself I will want to bring my family back here cos it is just way too beautiful. I thought to myself maybe when Minibean turns 5 and above. I remember how that moment of thoughts was etched firmly in mind cos I was just so awed by its beauty that I missed home a great deal then.

We will then arrive in Austria, Salzburg. Dammit. It is forecasted to be -9 on the date we are arriving.

Coincidentally, we are arriving in Mozart’s hometown the very day of his birthday.

Vienna beckons right after. We end this leg in Budapest, before heading back to London for a few more days.

I will be solo after they return to Singapore earlier, and still have yet to decide what to do during the spare days I have in London.

To show how impossibly stress  I am, I even thought of printing out notes so that I can give Minibean an educational trip (slave driver alert), ahem, well, you know, can be a by the way thing, right?

By the time I am back, it will be 8 February. Wow. I really manage to avoid the whole Lunar New Year like I said I would like to do so.

The logistics have been a nightmare, but then again, just right before the trip, I finally found the positivity in me to overcome the pressure I put on myself, and breathe a little easier.

Bye everyone, will try to update along the way!

You may wonder, ‘How can I leave it all behind if I am just coming back to it? How can I make a new beginning if I simply return to the old?’ The answer lies in the return. You will not come back to the ‘same old thing.’ What you return to has changed because you have changed. Your perceptions will be altered. You will not incorporate into the same body, status, or world you left behind. The river has been flowing while you were gone. Now it does not look like the same river. – Steven Foster

The answer lies in the return. I did not come back the same old Ting (okay, that was pretty lame but still……..).

Especially so with my latest episode of escapades, though whatever hit me, was definitely sneakily unexpected, and at this very moment, I still try hard to make sense of it all.

It is just a shame that in the past couple of years, I had let the definitive moments slip by without giving them much thoughts or fanfare, and on hindsight, how they became a personal loss.

If you don’t already know, I do have a sadistic tendency to pause the memory button ever so often, to revisit fragments of my past, regardless of the joy or pain they brought.

Pain is good, it can bring joy when you realise that you are still alive, and how faraway the pain is. You press down hard on the cut as if to check if it was real, cos you hardly feel it anymore. Unaware to self, you rub on the scar ceremoniously to wake the demons, almost adoringly, and the undeniable victorious thrill when you realise what you thought could kill you feels no more than a needle prick these days.

It doesn’t linger. It doesn’t stain.

Joy of the past.. sometimes brings more pain. It creates the bubble of hope, a dreamland of possibilities, adding the frills to the reality, spurring on expectations of what-could-have-beens, and brewing a buzz of induced high. Like a drug.

You grow reliant on it, until it wears off and what’s left before your eyes is just the reality because don’t we already know with expectations come one hellava bitch of disappointments.

When is the high wearing off? I don’t know, but it feels like I can go on with this buzz for a while, and riding on its wave is all I wanna do right now.

I don’t remember feeling this way for a few years already. I am as glad as I am fearful to be able to feel this way again.

Just because, I was shown the world.

Gosh.  CAN SOMEONE THROW THE ALARM CLOCK IN MY FACE ALREADY?! That will definitely be some kind of merciful release for me…

… and the people around me.

***

Exploring the world out there is a very personal experience, regardless how massive a group you are travelling with. Ahem, trust me, I have been travelling with massive groups these days so I know what I am talking about, though the irony remains cos if you know me, you would know my preferred travelling size is Oh-En-Yee, unless you are cool, or hot, preferably both, and paying for my trip.

Everyone sees something different, learns something different, feels something different. There’s just too much out there for us to digest what we experienced and fit the pieces into the puzzle voids of our lives, and with each of us having different missing pieces, what we are looking for is understandably different. Unless of course we are talking about THAT Chanel 2.55… well that’s another story altogether!

I revisited some places in the past 2 years (not to mention my yearly pilgrimage to London), and had the blessing to visit some new ones which floored me with their absolute beauty.

Everytime I get to a new place, I always tell myself I NEED to, and I WANT to be back again. But then, hello? I don’t print money, and am too old to be shagging Justin Bieber (though the thought really kills my libido for good, and that says a lot since I am supposedly in my sexual prime at T-H-I-R-T-Y. Which scientist did the study by the way? I would like to make a complaint…) and claim to have a lovechild by him.

And there are simply too many new places to see.

I haven’t been to a place I hadn’t enjoyed myself in the past couple of years, because I think at the end of it, it is always up to us to find something different to spice up the trip. I am thankful I didn’t have to do much of that because the places I go, though sometimes half-heartedly and reluctantly, I ended up being pleasantly surprised.

I wish to jot down all the highlights like I used to, but with the overwhelming accumulation, it seems unlikely I would ever get started.

The moments this space had missed. Snippets is a good start, perhaps.

January 2010

The Royal Caribbean cruise to Kuala Lumpur, Langkawi and Phuket.

Langkawi, with Minibean.

We didn’t get to go off the cruise when it was docking at Kuala Lumpur cos we slept through it.

Phuket. Phuket was different for me this time as I had counted down to 2009 at Phuket over a diving trip, and land activities beckoned this time round.

The hilarious episode (and a subplot of an awfully painful incident I witnessed) at the ATV centre. Not to mention how I silent (read: not silenced, though I very much wanted to) 3 men with my, well, dare I say, superb marksmanship.

The amazing sunset I want Minibean to never forget as we cruised on the sea.

How she wailed and bawled cos she had no faith in me. Pfft.

The amazing people I had already written about on the cruise. Gosh, it was a year ago when I wrote briefly about the experience, and almost 2 from the cruise.

Minibean still has an impeccable memory to the elements of the cruise, and kiddos these days are fortunate that they have digital refreshers to keep their memories air-tight.

***

May 2010

Batam, Indonesia

A short, overnight trip to Batam to celebrate Edy’s birthday marked my virgin trip to Batam. There was nothing much about the trip to shout about, though it was the first time I travelled overseas to celebrate a friend’s birthday!

Of course, the disbelief on everyone’s face when they realised I had never been to Batam at the grand, old age of twenty-nine.

***

29 July – 1 August 2010

Sri Lanka

I cannot even begin to tell you how fabulous this place is, a truly hidden gem that is slowly gaining pace for tourism after recovering resiliently after being brutally battered by the tsunami in 2004, and concluding its civil war after 26 long years in May 2009.

There is so much more of Sri Lanka to explore, to see, and the magnificent beaches I have heard of but didn’t venture to. The folklores. The quiet beauty of it all.

Few know that majority of Sri Lankans are buddhists and the population has one of the highest literacy index in the world and majority of them speak English.

This exotic destination is shaped like a pearl, though I insist it looks like a teardrop. The people are amazing, the service staff were the sweetest thing. It is moment like this I realise how much of the trip has faded off in my memory as I try my darnest to recall everything. I remember the excitement I had when I returned, I remember raving the country to friends.. but over what?

Age is catching up on me.

Truly a shame.

***

8 – 18 November 2010

London, United Kingdom

A rainy day where the gale wind broke a couple of brollies. A sombre day at Westminster Abbey as it was Armistice Day.

This trip, we had company. This trip I was bought a lapdance. Yes, a hot young lady gyrated her nakedness before me and kissed my chest. Yes, it was a private dance. And she was incredibly hot, to the point the boys protested that I had chosen the most beautiful girl on the floor.

She was in a scarlet dress. Maybe that was what caught my eyes.

But hey, I bet I could work the pole better than most of the girls in Stringfellows.

And then, there was Jiali who had left for London for her studies.

And then the trip to Bicester and Oxfordshire.

The commuting to Canary Wharf.

Love Never Dies.

I flew alone and I love it.

***

I didn’t think I would travel much in 2011 since my savings were pretty much depleted after my sabbatical from the corporate world, though I was very fortunate to have a friend who offered me a chance to manage some projects for him.

Then, in March, the only likelihood for me to travel, was to Batam again.

30th – 31st March 2011

The company was awesome and we had combat time in the scorching afternoon sun.

But nothing beats the top of the world feeling I had.

So what if it was only Batam?

I jetski-ed for the first time. I went on a banana boat for the first time. And I parasailed for the first time.

Awesome.

And those air gun pellets? They hurt like a bitch.

***

3rd – 8th June 2011

Perth, Australia

The place didn’t charm me as much as the stories I heard, the people I met did.

It was highlighted by the 2 Keiths. My driver, and a farmer who showed us around.

I want to share the story someday, and I know I have to.

I probably didn’t realise how much it was a changing point for me, as the trip came pretty unexpected, and the commitment to it came just days before the trip.

Before I knew it, I was on my first trip to Perth, and though the city is a little too subdued for my liking, the chance for me to stretch together with the dance students in WAPAA, and to be away from the heat and humidity, I was only too thankful.

I remember the moment when the 2 teachers and I got teary-eyed because of the story shared by Keith the farmer.

I remember the students and their fabulous dance-off which made me wish I was young again, and one of them, Elizabeth, one of the nicest girls possible, went on to appear on television and Minibean became a fan of hers.

I met teachers who make me believe in the education system again. I met teachers who touched me greatly. I met teachers who made me feel the passion to want to teach again.

But seriously, which education system in the world would accommodate a non-conformist like me?

Certainly not here.

***

24 August – 6 September 2011

London, United Kingdom

British Museum.

Singapore Airlines reminded me that my air miles were expiring in September, and I had enough to fly to London.

What was I waiting for?!

Not much planning, and tickets were booked. Spontaneity yet again.

Wicked. Wizard of Oz.

Since I was starting my new work, I decided to take a holiday, well in case I don’t get to go holiday (duh, not every chance to head out of town is a holiday okay?) much in the future.

Days before I flew off, I decided to be adventurous, and thus an impromptu itinerary took form, and before I knew it…

… Amsterdam, Netherlands beckoned, biatches!

I did go to a coffeeshop, but I was a good girl.

It was early morning when I left Amsterdam, and took a sleepy train ride into Cologne, Germany.

This is where the real adventure begins because I did not check out Cologne at all. I headed straight for the airport to pick up the rented car, and we took on the autobahn.

For the uninitiated, for most stretch of autobahns in Germany, there is no fucking speed limit!

Hallelujah!!

Dare I say that I met the best drivers in Germany? They were beyond awesome. And you would think driving fast = dangerous. Nah-uh. They are probably the safest drivers I ever encountered.

You guys haven’t seen how Sri Lankans drive. *shudders at thought*

Drove to Heidelberg.

And downwards to south-west Bavaria, to Schwangau, Germany.

Real-life fairytale castle!

Though the actual highlight for me wasn’t this Neuschwanstein Castle, but the quaint village it was tucked away in.

The horror when your GPS greeted you with “Welcome to Austria” when it was all dark. I decided not to cheat to say that I have been to Austria too despite I was on its land when we lost our way, since I only flirted with its border.

The majestic alps framing the picturesque town… way too much awesomeness for me to even begin to write about.

Baby steps, baby steps.

Nuremberg. I actually really, really liked Nuremberg. It was probably the one most short-changed in the ra-ra factor department, but the short time I was there, I saw that it has lotsa gems waiting to be discovered, and it left a deep impression in me with its character.

Drove to Dresden for the train ride into one of the most beautiful cities in the world.

Didn’t see much in Dresden either, though what I saw of it on the train, on the car-ride, it was my loss that I didn’t get acquainted with it.

I want to say that Germany surprised me. I didn’t think much of Germany as a travel destination before but I can’t even begin to say how hard I fell for Germany during this trip.

The rich and dark history it carried with it… the gorgeous men it bred.

Goodbye Germany. I didn’t know how soon we would meet again.

One of the reasons why I had stepped into Germany was because I really wanted to see Prague, Czech Republic and it was the dots that I needed to connect to find myself there.

Prague was unusually hot and I felt myself toasted under the sun despite being 20 degrees (yes, I am a summer-snob, I don’t like to travel in summer), which gave rise to this utter discomfort, and I would say Prague failed to work its charm on me on our first date. It was beautiful but it felt a bit one-dimensional to me.

But I was really glad I went there because some answers, you can only find out for yourself whilst you are there.

It concluded the impulsive trip out of London, and it was where I flew back to London via EasyJet.

It took only a couple of days in London before I moved on to Paris, France via EuroStar with Brian and Jiali.

The Louvre. If only the Abercrombie and Fitch men lined up outside Singapore’s branch (I hear grand opening is in a couple of hours’ time, no wonder I am still awake!) are capable of the pose of Dying Slave.

3rd trip to Paris but it was more than 10 years since my last trip and I like Paris more than I did in the past.

It was great company though I would have liked to have more time at the Louvre.

Fall definitely agrees with Paris. The colours that clothed Paris were stunning.

I left Europe reluctantly, not sure when would be the next time I see its glory.

***

11th – 16th October 2011

Hangzhou/Shanghai, China

My first ever trip to China.

Boy, what a trip it was.

The walk down Nanjing Road on the last night in Shanghai, looking on to the mesmerising lights telling the story of China’s amazing progression.

I promised Yi Ying (the girl in the yellow sweater) I will write about her coloured socks.

It was with a bunch of crazy (I say that in the nicest possible way!) youths, and I was made to feel like a 16 year-old all over again.

I ate. And I ate. And I ate.

China felt so intimate to me. I felt right at home, and it was as though I knew it at the back of my hand, and to be there to meet her finally, was an experience I can’t even begin to put into words.

Put it simply, I love China. Quirks and all. Because it is a place where you truly see a lot. Overwhelmingly so. And sometimes you don’t need to see too much of dolled-up reality, because witnessing the survival of the fittest/meanest in its rawest form is just… life-changing I suppose.

With its rich history, folklore, myths and beautiful landscape, what they say is right, everyone needs to go to China to see it for themselves.

It’s not everyone’s cuppa tea, but I await for the day I will return to it again.

***

17th November – 29th November 2011

London, United Kingdom

The colors. I fell in love even if I was by myself.

Certainly didn’t expect that fate would bring me back to London so soon, barely 2 months into my last trip.

So yes, hello there Europe, you have lured me back again.

This trip was very much working till you are almost losing your mind, and then you check the calendar to realise you would be flying off within next couple of days, and then on the day itself, you just had to pack and leave for the airport as if you are just going to the nearby shopping mall 5 minutes away from your house.

This was one of the trip I felt most reluctant to go, but perhaps is the most important trip of all, because I had really needed the break to get away.

With Minibean going away to Israel, it seemed like the right time for me to be away as well.

Wicked. Billy Elliot. A bunch of students with lotsa heart and made me cry with the little gestures…

The nights I bunked over with Jiali and she took such good care of me that I felt like I was the luckiest person on earth.

As the group concluded, I found myself on a flight to Berlin, Germany on my own. Was really excited because a new city awaits, and I didn’t even give much thought of how I was going to navigate my way to the hotel when both my phones were running out of juice.

Amazingly, I survived the fact that Berlin airport had no train station. I took a bus to a train station which was deserted and nothing like I had seen in other parts of Germany.

With 2 pieces of luggage, no less, totalling to 35kg, perhaps (don’t judge! It’s winter!).

The lift at the train station wasn’t working.

But I managed to get to the hotel, woohoooooo, mightily proud.

Met another group, and thereby started my next adventure………..

Hell ya, I was back in Prague, Czech Republic.

I can’t believe how a change in the weather could result in such a drastic shift in perspective. I agree with what others are saying.

Prague belongs to stories of make-belief. Of fairytales. I saw Prague in the day, in the night, before sunset… and most beautifully, before sunrise.

The alone time I had to myself was therapeutic. Of course the fattening snacks helped a great deal. The cold was sobering, but did little to snap me out of the dreamy state as I pranced around the vicinity on my own, shedding behind an old me.

There was a new-found belief, and how invigorating it was.

It could be just sugar-high since I had accidentally bought a bottle of concentrate thinking it was orange juice and the first mouthful was well, soul-awakening.

I had wanted to write, but realised many functions were locked on my work station, so bummer there.

I swear there was something about the sub-zero air that made me dream again.

I had a dream one night after stuffing myself with too much snacks and with the phone in bed while whatsapping Janet halfway, which I refused to wake from.

But hello? I was working, so lazing under the duvet was definitely out of the question.

You know one of those dreams which feel so real and if it is one of those sleep-in days, you would will yourself to sleep on just to continue the dream?

Could it be the television? I am one of those who would get disturbed sleep with the television on and I remember falling asleep with the television on before I woke to switch it off.

Unlikely. But look, here I am trying to find justification for that dream I had cos it felt too real, and feeling all silly with all the morbid fascination I have for it.

When I did wake, I held on to the details dearly, refusing to let go, and thought how nice it would be should I one day write it down as a chapter to a book.

A chapter that takes place on page 77 (if one day I do remember to write about it, then it shall all become relevant).

About a stranger in my dream, it shall be.

Alas, like all dreams, details will start to become sketchy.. a lil faded and faces become a blur.

***

Someday, I will flesh out the above one by one.

I thought I would take 30 minutes for this post, but apparently, I didn’t manage to catch the end of it before sunrise.

Maybe I am indeed getting too old for this.

If just the snippets had taken me 4 hours (bloody hell, it’s 7.30am now!)…. who knows what the river would become by the time I finally start on them?

Now if you would excuse me, I shall go hit the sacks, and maybe I might just dream one of those dreams again.

It feels good, to be back here, on this space.

I didn’t realise when packing an hour before leaving for the airport is normal, especially when I am packing for subzero climate, and realised how the bag is filled with stuff I wear just any other day.

I know I probably will need a scarf but after losing tons of them along the way in the past couple of years, I am just keeping my fingers crossed and hope for the best. Well, there’s always a legit reason to shop at H&M to prep me for the appalling weather in Berlin and Prague.

As usual, I have my pre-flight jitters, and the unbearable feeling of parting sorrows, but somehow a part of me can’t wait to get on with this trip, knowing that I will have some time to be by myself in Prague, and meeting some of my favouritest people in London.

I am indeed lucky that I am revisiting some of the most beautiful places and can catch up with what I missed 2 months ago, and then I sure am looking forward to finally visit Berlin, and getting the damn Germany chopchop on my passport!

A little apprehensive, and a little fearful, yet a little hopeful, and a lil.. dare I say, gleeful to be away.

Minibean will be away in 3 days’ time, and by the time I am back, she would still be away, and only be back on her 5th birthday.

Gee… it has been that long. I shall stop the track of my thoughts here or it might go on longer than it should.

I am praying for a safe journey for her, and one that will be fruitful, just I hope mine will be.

The little one even wrote love notes and lovely cards for me to bring with me this time round. I am so gonna miss her terribly.

Mummy loves you a lot, and the thought of being away from you again, is actually a tad more painful than any other time. I love you a lot, a lot, and I will start sending those postcards, after I didn’t manage to find any in Shanghai.

On the bright side, we will have so much time to ourselves in December, and when she is going into K2… and then the horror of registering her for primary 1 begins….

Till I get internet access. Lots of love to everyone!

I haven’t had any rest since I got back till now.

Got back home, unpacked, did chores and laundry, fetched Minibean, headed back to airport to fetch SBB, open pressies with Minibean.. rushed back home to rest.

Woke up the next day and went back to airport to fetch my parents, spent the day with Minibean, V Lynn’s surprise Hen’s Party at Ku De Ta and bumped into an old friend!

I didn’t go Casino at all! Not when I was overseas, nor when I was at MBS, such a good girl I am, deserve a good pat on shoulder you know?!

Spent Sunday doing handicraft and reading stories to Minibean, her last day of holiday ya know? Though she tried to smoke us that her holidays is “September, October, November and December.“

Nice try, darling.

She should be very happy. Her paternal grans went to UK and returned 3 weeks ago. Then we returned. Then my parents returned from China. I think her pressies can buy me a trip to London again, or maybe further.

Before I knew it, Minibean’s school reopens. I am back at work. And then back at pole studio tonight.

*DEEP BREATH OUT*

GOT MORE TIRING OR NOT?!

Sustaining on adrenalin.. so actually quite shiok, like everything breezes by and can be done like that *snaps fingers*. Which explains the way I type sounds like I am thinking and speaking very fast, which by the way, yes I am at the moment, so you probably have to fast forward your reading speed to get a feel of what I am feeling now.

I didn’t have the time to even resize the pictures, because I thought I didn’t take much, but my computer disagree with me. My hard disk also disagrees with me. I think got 10GB, but I blame it on the fact that I used my DSLR predominantly, so it’s not like I took like 10, 000 x 1MB pictures or something.

Cos I counted, it was maybe only 2, 000 or something.

Saw something that made me cringe badly, so I ain’t gonna share. Shall you see it, you shall see it.

*Burrows somewhere and hide* And yes, my Scarlett got 2 Ts. Heh.

Managed to upload a fraction of the pictures of the trip on Facebook, and for the rest.. I xin you yu er li bu zu (translates: got the heart but not the energy!).

So I doubt they would make their ways here anytime soon.

Don’t say already, last year’s London trip also haven’t posted. Nor Perth trip. So must wait very long.

So a couple of glimpses of what I was up to.

Shopping at Bicester on Day 4 of trip. Damage was considerably lesser than ever, but still, I was adamant about not spending, but I did succumb. Damn you Prada, why did you have to open a store there now?!

Natural History Museum.. I cannot believe this is my first trip there. I am like the dinosaur. But it is the cast of my favourite dino behind me.

Natural History Museum. Made me all excited. Day 2.

Day 5 of trip.. we ended up in Amsterdam!

A friend asked, “So you go Amsterdam ah? You got go Holland or not?” Why am I still friend to him ah?!

Looks super emo I know, sitting by the window of the hotel room in Amsterdam after a day out in the pouring rain. I enjoyed the peace and simplicity of this trip, which explains why I didn’t venture out too often during night time, often opting for a quiet night in of reading, and just finding out more about the cities I was in.

Hopefully I get to write more. I think it is always hard to catch up with a trip on this space, cos too much thoughts, too much reflections.

And of course, too many pictures.

Camwhore! What to do!

Oh, did I mention I nearly got pickpocketed when I was traveling? And the first thing I wanted to do? Hold my camera up to take a picture of the perp. Tsk.

Says plenty, doesn’t it?

Day 1 had an unexpected surprise for me.

I have flown to London countless times, but what greeted me was a sky of pretty blue, and the sun (OH MY, SUN!) was out to greet, and I don’t remember ever touching down at the airport seeing such a magnificent sight.

And, the temperature dipped a little, so it was chilled to a temperature I would have preferred (anything above 20 will warrant a sneer from me).

But the sun makes London looked so vibrant, and pretty, like a side of personality I didn’t quite see.

A clear view of River Thames 15  minutes before touching down…

Fabulous skies welcomed me. Almost can’t believe this is London… made me skip my way down the plane, and all the way out of the airport. beams*

As I walked out for dinner in the evening, the sky was a hue of bright pink, the colour was much more intense than I could capture. It’s a beautiful start when I landed yesterday.. and hopefully will keep up like this for the days to come!

I am still in my frumpy PJs and wondering where to go next.. loving the feeling of doing totally random things and see where they take me.