6 flights, 2 days in a cruise, 3 Tuc tuc, 1 bike tour through the islands, uncountable boats, uncountable transfers by car, curves, mountains, sea, lake and river, on the other side of the world, + 5h of time zone, a country that is 30 years (or more) behind us , a land where humidity is the mistress, the heat doesn’t make you breathe, the filth of the big cities, the breathtaking beauty of nature, crossings where you can't get through, the lunch you pay less than €1, the scent of mango, the bamboo canes, the rice fields, the #DouLi hat, the fruit sellers on the street. #Vietnam is all of this.
But is difficult, #Asia is difficult. To be Europeans in Asia even more. You feel that sense of disrespect, no one who understands what you say, different food, the sharp smell in the streets. From a Europe that gives you everything to a country that does nothing to you, everything becomes hard. These Asians are so much different from us, in manners, in habits and in thoughts, they have no civic sense at all, or at least not our civic sense. Here in Vietnam they are satisfied with little, they are happy for nothing, in the hotels and the guides are always super nice and meticulous, ready to help you, their life is made of little. But mine No. I feel the need to have my food, my hygiene, my cleanliness, the orderly roads, the people who understand me in English, the hair that doesn't look like a swallow's nest. Yes, Asia is beautiful, but two weeks a year, for the rest I am happy to live in Europe. But if you stay on the boat in Porto Cervo eating pizza and drinking champagne, you ll see very little of the world and you will never know anything. It's easy to say that you love to travel while sitting in your comfortable living room in Milan. You have to do it to understand that it is not for everyone. I happy to be able to do this so often, but I’m always happy to be back home, to the things I love. Everyone should travel to understand that there’s no place like home. #firstworldproblems 🏠🏠🏠
Looking up those 'bar room' steps in District 4 (see yesterday's post). They lead to a set of 1st floor apartments, with shops and outlets on the ground level. The bar (such as it is) sets up in the stair well every afternoon.
Next destination🏔🏕🏜🏝 I have been extremely busy for few weeks with my main job. And when I think “finally, we are about to issue a project” as a couple of others with an “urgent” mark come up.
Seems this rush is endless.
It is so weird. I live alone now and theoretically I have more time after work. But I haven’t. The bad time management or a different life style?🤔
No time to read, not enough time for photography as well. Craziness.
Luckily, I still find time for sport.
Last week I’ve spent a couple of hours for my photographs I took on the North of Vietnam. I wish I could spend more, but a couple of hours was better than nothing.
When I was editing photographs of women from Black Hmong minority that trip had appeared in my mind again.
It were no rush there, no crazy schedules. Only spectacular views, fresh air in the mornings, friendly and smiling people who live their lives in such a different world. Seemed the whole atmosphere there charged me by positive energy. It was like a “place of power” mentioned by Carlos Castaneda in his books.
I need to recharge myself I thought of. I need to find a new place of power.
And I still have my long vacation to spend this year.
And I started to plan my October.
And I have an idea where to go😁
It will be a real adventure, it will be my next photo-tour. But Im not going to share it with you guys yet😉
There are few issues I have to fix before. I hope I will.
Well, I’m grateful to a woman on a photo. She reminds me that the time to choose my next travel destination has come.
Jutting out of the emerald water like the ridges on the back of the Loch Ness Monster, the limestone cliffs of Halong Bay made us feel like we had stepped back in time.
Translated directly, ‘The Bay of the Descending Dragon’ seemed apt as the curtain of mist parted to reveal the miracle below our feet - the blissful reward following a strenuous and sweaty hike before sunrise.
Some moments in our lives just beg to be written about.
Other moments, like kissing your shoulder that tastes of the sea while we stand on the edge of the world, demonstrates the fact that 26 letters will never be enough.
Who needs a named garage for your petrol needs when you can stop by the local newsagents and fill the tank for less than £2.
Life is so much easier in Asia sometimes.
Health and safety.... whats that? 😂