My Travel Story: How it All Begun
The waves crashed into one another. The wind brushed against my face. The humans on the beach looked...tiny. But the smile on my face? Ear to ear.
“This is the most amazing feeling ever! What have I been missing out for the past three years?” I thought, as I soared high in the sky on the Flying Fish in Kuta Beach, Bali, Indonesia.
That was the first time I flew out of Singapore in three years, and the first trip abroad with friends.
A trip that changed my life.
Before that last minute trip (we made the decision a day ago), I’ve never given much thought to travelling.
Throughout my childhood, I’ve travelled probably once a year with my mum and brother, staying in the nearby regions of Asia and Australia.
Until 2011, when I was called to serve the nation and my precious annual leave were saved for whatever activity a 21-year-old thought was cool.
Oh boy, what a bad choice. I never knew what I gave up.
Since that Bali trip in 2014, I’ve caught the travel bug and been in and out of Singapore seven times each year for the next two years.
The two craziest years of my life - striking off item after item on my bucket list, meeting people from all over the world and pushing myself out of my comfort zone, trip after trip.
I’ve jumped out of a plane in Brazil, dived in the beautiful oceans of Malaysia, ran off a cliff in Vietnam, scaled the highest volcano in Indonesia, took a helicopter ride above the majestic Angkor Wat temples in Cambodia and couchsurfed in Australia.
I’ve travelled solo in multiple cities, travelled as an uncle with my adorable nephews, travelled for the first time with my father in 25 years, travelled with the girls I loved, travelled with friends old and new, and even travelled on a free flight with a 5-star hotel stay.
I’ve gotten lost, gotten robbed, gotten sick. Been drunk on the streets. Starved till I couldn’t speak. I’ve cried and smiled, loved and lost. And yet I yearn for it more. The feeling of plunging into the unknown, the freedom that comes with exploration and living each day to the fullest. A feeling that my limited vocabulary cannot describe.
The planet is such a beautiful place and I believe we are all placed here to discover it. To discover the beauty of nature and the beauty of different cultures.
2016 was a year of laying low. As I watched my friends enjoying their University exchange life in various countries, I took a hiatus from travel. Instead, I made sacrifices – in my studies and social life.
While staying at home was killing my soul, while I was surrounded by the negativity and scarcity-thinking of people around me, while I feel dead inside, I slowly bided my time.
I started an internet business that gives me the freedom to work from anywhere in the world. I learnt self-defence to protect myself on my travels. I even took Spanish and Salsa classes. All for my dream of returning to South America one day.
Even though friends have asked, I never gave much thought to writing about various short scattered trips with no real focus.
The day I booked a one-way ticket to Brazil.
With no return date, I decided to travel slowly and fully immerse in the local culture of each of the South American countries. I decided to record this journey from the perspective of a Singaporean.
It is finally my turn to travel.
As I type this on the plane ride from Lisbon to Rio de Janeiro, I want people to know that travel is not limited to short unfulfilled weekend trips, that it is a matter of the choices you make daily.
I do not subscribe to the notion that we are born to study, get a job, pay off debts and die. I believe it is possible to live a life of freedom and enjoying the beauty of this world at the same time.
I hope my journey will inform, entertain and inspire you, my friends, to leave your comfort zone and have your own trip of your life too.
I hope that through this blog and its stories and resources, it will be YOUR turn to travel too.
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