Many of my friends and family said I was crazy for doing this trip by myself, but of them never said not to do it. I think those who know me know that this is who I am and what I do.
Some people ask me why?
I mean why the fuck the not ya know? I’ve got 2 months of no work or school but enough money to do it, so might as well, right!?
I don’t know why but going to a place I’ve never been is so addicting. Literally getting lost in a new city is my adrenaline rush.
People challenge themselves at the gym or what have, my favorite challenge is figuring it out a city’s metro system. I enjoy getting lost (given an ample amount of time). I eat my heart out in the local food. I thrive when I meet new people and learning about them.
There’s something about stumbling along other Americans or even people that just understand English. I wish I knew another language, and it’s in the works! Sometimes you meet people like minded people and other times you’d wish you never started a conversation. English is used to connect different cultures and it’s just amazes me.
The cheapest flights come with the longest layovers. And I had two from San Antonio to Kuala Lumpur.
Luckily I had a layover in LA and got to see my family before I left. It’s always a good time just being with them. I always find myself saying goodbye but more on that later.
The layover in Taipei was long and uncomfortable. I was tempted to leave the airport but my excuse was that immigration would have taken too long and there wouldn’t be enough time at the night market. Not mention I didn’t know if I’d be let into the airport late night/early morning.
I struggled to sleep but I survived.
I met Chris the programmer from Portland at my gate and he gave me some tips for Thailand since he lived there for 4 years, crazy huh?
And then I was off to Kuala Lumpur.