I’ve been working in the same company ever since I graduated ten years ago. It’s a good job with nice colleagues and lot’s of benefits. It’s in the city where I’ve studied and now live for six years. Convenient in every possible way. And yet last week I handed in my three months notice. I quit. I also handed it the notice on my flat a month ago.
From September onwards, I won’t be found wandering familiar cobblestone streets. If all goes well, I’ll instead be on the road with nothing but a backpack and some hard earned savings to spend. Yes, it’s scary. I very well realise this decision has the potential to be either the best or worst choice I’ve ever made…
Things leading up to it include 12 years of dreaming about world travel, a recent burn-out and an unusual flare of bravery. I can write at length about my motivations and obstacles, but won’t in this post (surely there are more entries to come).
For now, this is all I’m willing to share.
I will soon finish the blog-series on my Camino2017 (which was halted last month, because I couldn’t tell that story without giving away my plans of resigning). After that, there is a new series on Scotland to come before I aim for broader horizons.
I’m uncertain yet exited. Scared yet confident. And I probably haven’t done anything this brave/stupid in my entire life.
Yet here I go.
Melaka is the place where I admitted defeat and succumbed to the heat. Those first days in Singapore were hard, undoubtedly. Sticky, yes. But tolerable. I spent the whole day outside, did a fare share of walking and still managed to keep my back straight and my eyes open. On my second day in Melaka, however, I felt so bad that I had to spend the afternoon in café shade under a fan, drinking colourful drinks and fueling on spicy food.
But let’s start where it all began.
I said goodbyes to Ayako at one of Singapore’s bus stations.
It took me surprisingly long to find the right corner on the right street and that annoyed me tremendously, not just because it meant more minutes in the scorching sun but mostly because Ayako was trotting at my side and I felt like doing a really lousy job at travelling.
The bus station was more of a rundown parking lot and I didn’t even need to enter it because apparently my bus would stop right on the street. When the vehicle arrived it didn’t look as advertised at all. The advertisement showed the same bus alright, when it had rolled out the factory 20 years ago. The seats were so worn some of the padding was falling off and all colours and paint were fainted, however the ride turned out to be comfortable none the less. Immigration at the Malaysian border went much smoother than I could have ever imagined; even though the guys in front of me were asked plenty of questions, I got a mere smile and a swift stamp in my passport. Jackpot. Continue reading Melaka, Malaysia: Heat Struck
Those who have the courage to step towards their dreams
Are rewarded with a journey.
When I need to run
Or need to hide
I make my way around
To leave what’s known
To cherish what’s scarce
And to nowhere be found
Can’t hold me down
Can’t look for me
As I’ll be far away
To see new eyes
To speak new words
Somewhere where night is day
These good old shoes
Will walk the roads
Until my mind is free
And all I find when running
All dreams there are to see
All beauty that surrounds us
I’ll bring it home with me