Yep, we did it, we got married.
Category: Travel
So glad we decided to splurge out on a hotel than spend the night in the airport. We slept once in Kuala Lumpur airport and while it wasn’t all that terrible, I definitely prefer a bed to a seat in the food court.
Wrapping up a year of travel, I thought I would make a list of things I have lost this year.
- four toenails, thanks to Rinjani
- my iPod
- my swimming costume
- a beanie
- my consumption of meat
- my Australian identity (After spending four years living outside of Sydney and a good part of this year in Vietnam, I now feel a whole lot more Vietnamese than Australian.)
- a fear of squat toilets and peeing in nature (When we were waiting for our bus to Danang, I asked a woman where the bathroom was. She brought me to the side of the road and we peed on the grass along with three other Vietnamese women, while a bus pulled up next to us.)
- caring about what i look like (Though this may come back upon arriving back in Europe. Right now I am too used to wearing the same thing everyday and not wearing any makeup.)
I really can’t believe that after spending more than half a year here, I will be leaving Vietnam in a little over a week. Hoi An is probably the place I will miss most.
Selling our beautiful bike, Jockey. Our second bike in Vietnam (Artur’s third), he is the strongest, with the most powerful engine.
If you want to meet weirdos that don’t know the meaning of cleanliness, just rent a room in Hanoi through a room rental company. We have spent the past month living in a house with four other bedrooms.
Our planned three day trip to Cat Ba Island started off as a disaster.
If you’re ever unsure about how long you will stay in a country and have different visa options to choose from, always pick the longer option! (If the price difference isn’t too drastic.) We learnt this the hard way.
I am currently living in a mad house. More on that later. Being here has reminded me of the last time I stayed in a weird house – two and a half years ago. I stayed at a place in Arcidosso, Tuscany that was meant to be an eco project. Teaching you how to live sustainably etc. A hippy house. Instead it was what we came to know it as – ‘The Jizz House’.
- I can’t bring myself to yell out ’em oi’ to waiters and waitresses
- I can’t push in line
- I can’t ride a motorbike
- I can’t shamelessly take selfies in public
- I don’t use skin whitening products