I think by now, after reading 1,000+ of my blog posts, you may notice that I don’t keep female friends like those bunch of giggly young girls or pack of housewives or bunch of busload of grannies. Unlike my four IBS sisters-in-laws, I don’t travel with my own two sisters. My four sils can go for overseas holidays together.
(some church in Italy, I can’t even remember which province, what more the name of the church)
I don’t know why but I just cannot bear travelling with women. They are too fussy, worry too much when travelling, get down to too much details, bringing panadol, medicated oil (hide from mslenglui’s slippers), bird’s eye chillies (I swear, I got one ex-colleague who do that! Bring chillies to Australia) and in short, they are just pain in the ass. Have you seen women who packed three suits just for one day? Casual, pyjamas and a dress? Three pairs of shoes, slipper, heels and walking shoes? Urggh…don’t you just hate the fuss?
(pigeons along some sidewalk in Paris)
Some even told me to bring maggi mee and a hot plate plus a pot to Europe! And also asked me to bring Milo.
If I can turn back the clock, I would very much like to go globe-trotting, back packing. ALONE. The closest I got to back-packing was travelling from France to all parts of Italy, with two kids in tow and 2 luggages. Cheating on buses by pretending not to understand the rules and not paying our fares, taking extra croissants given free at breakfast for our lunch, sleeping on little bunk beds, trapped in tiny trains etc etc. Heck, I love being poor (but rich enough for an airticket la). I love travelling light. I love not knowing where I will end up tomorrow and the day after. I love pouring over travel books and maps and chart our journey.
(count down on the Eiffel Tower towards Olympic or is it World Cup, in 1998)
Too bad that those will probably remains my dreams. Well, if I calculate correctly, I probably can leave my 3 yrs old toddler home alone when he is 16 years old. That will be another 13 years, I am 42 yrs now, 42+13 = I will be 55 years old. *sigh* At 55 years old, if I travel alone, I will be too old to chase after planes, ships, buses, trains…..I will too old to remember which country I am in. If at 55 years old and I still backpack, my peers will look at me with sympathy because they probably will be sailing on the QE2.
(heh, this one in Wuching’s country)
Then, again….who knows, God may have a purpose for me. I probably may travel across the globe, serving God. Wheee…Brazil, South Africa, Tibet, Egypt…..Hmmm….who knows, right? *imagine Lilian in a nun habit* (but ermm…I cannot be a nun anymore because I am not a virgin, you know?) Spreading Christianity like a Christian missionary.
Eh, enuff of day-dreaming. Who knows where this kukuchiao (pecker) rock is? Which country? (all the photos are old-old ones. I just use macro shot and took a digital photo of those old photos)
Happy Wesak Day to all Buddhists! (If you are coming to Penang, watch out for big jams ‘cos some Hindu festival is going on too and people are going to carry kavadis and walking side-by-side with the Wesak procession. Total chaos , I tell ya.)