Category Archives: Dreams

Finding happiness in Hong Kong

First of all, I must apologize for no photos this time. I’m having a fun time trying to get bits and pieces of information out through the Great Firewall and an internet connection which detests my computer (or maybe just me).

I returned to the north of China Monday morning and I’m still thinking about my time in Hong Kong. I spent one week there and loved it. I finally found the state of mind I’ve been searching for in every place on my trip so far: the one where I feel like I am exactly where I belong. I’ve felt snatches of it on this trip, but so far, this trip has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I won’t lie, I’ve struggled a lot to figure out what exactly I’m looking for, and just what I’m doing, on the other side of the planet from everything I’ve ever known.

What is this state of mind? To me, it’s what “being on the road” feels like. It’s hot and sticky days wandering through back alleyways in southern Spain, it’s misty and foggy bike rides on ancient islands in Ireland, it’s laughing with friends and discovering the Cathedral of Junk in Austin, it’s stepping onto the Great Wall for the first time, it’s playing chess at midnight on a train in Russia, it’s hiking through the hills of Scotland and Mississippi.

It is also, to my surprise, sleeping in a dusty warehouse in Hong Kong until late in the day, and drinking milk tea with yum cha at every possible moment, and dancing with other foreigners and locals in the streets in the wee hours of the morning. It is making new friends at The Tower. It is the quest to find cheese and Belgian beer. It is public libraries that have English books. It is egg tarts over a menu written solely in Portuguese. It is all this and more.

It’s me finally settling into the travelling mindset again. It is also now the longest I’ve ever spent outside of the US. It’s the adventure I worked so hard for and dreamed about constantly. In some ways, it feels like wandering into the wardrobe of Narnia…a waking dream that I’ve lived for years and years.

Have you ever had an unexpected change in your itinerary and ended up loving it?

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Down the rabbit hole

the pier

        nom nom nom   sorry mandi

what is this i don't even

mmm kingcake

Baton Rouge, Louisiana, USA

Finally, a post about my upcoming trip! I feel like it’s easier to talk about my previous travels, because it’s only with time and distance that I realize what it was I learned from them. I find it harder to talk about upcoming journeys because a.) I am kind of superstitious about dumb things, and typing things into a blog about an upcoming trip is one of them (completely illogical, I know), b.) I have so much to do, I can’t believe that I decided now was a good time to start a blog, and c.) I don’t have any photos to post of a trip I haven’t gone on yet!

But anyway. I’m super excited right now, so much so that even after working somewhere around 10 hours today and being completely exhausted, I want to type this up! I’m so excited because I got to skype with my lovely friend who I’m going to visit and travel with in China, M., for 2 hours tonight! Our plans are coming together nicely. Now if only we can manage to find each other in Beijing…(Which is a dilemma I’d love to find myself in many times over: having to find a good friend in a foreign city so we can adventure about. A tough life indeed.)

M. is absolutely wonderful! (Hopefully she’ll forgive me for posting photos of her on the internets. ;) ) Somehow, we attended the same high school but managed to never meet one another. I ended up working at a coffee shop that M. had worked at previously (before she studied abroad in China). When we finally met after she returned to the US, we ended up becoming good friends after working some long and crazy shifts in that same coffee shop making weird raptor noises at ungodly hours, at Christmas parties playing Candyland, after adventures on abandoned piers, and over King cake and nachos.

Anyway, long story short, M. moved to China and has been working there for a few years. I said, “Wouldn’t it be awesome if I came to visit you in China?” And M. said, “Let’s do it!!” And thus, the epic plan to take the Trans-Mongolian to China was born. From the very first time that we talked about it, to actually discussing the minute details of when and where to meet up…it’s been a long road, but it really is a dream coming true. In exactly one month, 9,530 miles away from my current location, we’ll be meeting up again to hunt for Peking duck in Beijing. The last time we saw each other was a late night chat in a gas station parking lot in the hot and sticky humidity of Louisiana.

Some days, I feel very lucky and blessed indeed, no matter how bad or long of a day I’ve had. Today is one of those days. To know that my hard work is going to support something I love doing makes it all worth it. But getting to explore China with an amazing friend? It’s the icing on top of a sweet cake.

In December, drinking horchata


   

       Rach in Hispania       

Alhambra - the view from the hostel

Granada, Spain

In Granada, we had the most incredible view of the Alhambra at night from our hostel’s windows. Sometimes when I close my eyes, I can still picture it perfectly in my head.  In Granada, we ran in flimsy ballet flats like madwomen so we wouldn’t miss our night entry into the Alhambra. The guards let us know how much longer we had at each checkpoint and radioed ahead so that we would be allowed in. In Granada, we got lost coming down the hill at night and had a completely insane taxi driver who drove the wrong way up one way streets. In Granada, we were accosted by a random hippie who offered us weed and gave us hugs in the square. In Granada, we wandered for hours aimlessly in the Albayzin, waiting for the tiny, hole-in-the-wall seafood shack to open up (it never did).     In Granada, we drank horchata de chufa to our hearts’ content.

In Granada, I realized that what I wanted to do was travel for as long as I could. It was the end of my first time travelling abroad and I woke up each morning there thinking, “I’m not ready to leave this yet. I don’t know if I ever will be.”

Soon, I’ll embark on my next adventure. I’ve travelled a bit since then, but I still have so much of the world to see. And a year and a half after we drank horchata in Granada, I still feel the same way.

I still want to travel as far, as much, and as long as I can. I can hardly wait.