Why was it so hard for me to get onto the plane? Toby was jumping up and down with joy that morning; he was going home. He was so happy. He really couldn’t wait to go back to ‘normal life’. The last 3 weeks he has been counting down the days for our departure, just like a kid dreaming of Christmas Eve. Me on the other hand, I was wishing I had 3 more years of travelling. I made sure that my last 4 days were spent to the best capacity in the Asian dream of Bangkok; diving, snake milking, fireworks, first class cinema tickets, adult playground peaking, dreamy cocktails, and more colourful memories than my brain can remember…
The rain is scratching the taxi roof with its wet claws. I can’t help becoming a bit sentimental with the shiny lights of Bangkok blurring like watery eyes through the window. I’m sad too, Bangkok. I don’t want to leave. I don’t get homesick, and that is not because my life back home is crap. In matter of fact, I have the perfect life back in Norway; amazing friends, loving family, and no real worries. Home is safe and home is good, but home is not where I belong anymore. The concept of home has almost become like a long forgotten memory. What is home? I don’t know anymore… Is it my parents’ house back in Norway, the place I grew up? Is it in the sweaty student hands of Bath, where my last 4 years were spent? Is it in my way too nice apartment on 10th floor above shining Kuala Lumpur? Or is it somewhere along the road I have walked through Asia the last months? I don’t know. Maybe the answer is I don’t have a home anymore. Spending no more than 3 nights in a place makes you settle down into restlessness. You get used to knowing that your bed for tonight is not going to be anything more than a one night stand. Falling in love with places is therefore dangerous. You will just break your heart… I broke my heart many times during our trip. Way too many times.
Bangkok was our last rest stop before our big backpacking trip was officially over. Bangkok and I are old friends now. First time I saw you I was only a child hiding behind mum’s legs. You made sure that I did not have anything to be afraid of. You became the place that whet my appetite for traveling, and you were also the place I stepped my foot first and last for this trip. Thank you for greeting me and thank you for giving me a farewell that this trip deserved.
For those of you who have followed us throughout this amazing journey, know that it has truly been an unforgettable life experience! Red Is An Attitude has been officially recognised several times in just the last 2 months:
Hand-picked and granted 4th place in the Saleduck Travel Award 2015, Nominated for the Norwegian best travel blog by Travelmarket, listed among the Top 20 Superstar Travel Bloggers of 2016 by PACK Gear, and this is just to mention a few…
I’m shocked! This would not have been possible without the mindless courage to take our first step into this 4 month backpacking trip. Because of our trip I’ve gotten to work with some of the most amazing and fascinating people all over Asia, and the professional experience I’ve gained through my blog work is now a big part of my passion for traveling. I have been bitten and the poison is making me high. There is no way back. Once a traveller, always a traveller. I have heard it is contagious, so maybe you should stop reading this blog?
Quote Of The Day:
“Life is the art of drawing without an eraser.”
– John W. Gardner