{"id":165,"date":"2003-02-08T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2003-02-08T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/2003\/2\/highlights_so_far.html"},"modified":"2003-02-08T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2003-02-08T00:00:00","slug":"highlights_so_far","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/2003\/02\/08\/highlights_so_far\/","title":{"rendered":"Highlights so far"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The other night, I got to thinking about what it was that I had hoped to get out of my travels, and whether I&#8217;m succeeding.  It occurred to me that the most important things were meeting people, seeing things I&#8217;ve never seen before, and generally letting anxiety and tension slip away, stripping away the layers to uncover a truer self.  So I began a list &#8211; I had thought it would be a top-10 sort of thing &#8211; of highlights of the journey so far.  Instead, I came up with over 4 pages worth in under 15 minutes.  I thought it would be fitting to share an annotated cross-section.<\/p>\n<p><i>Being in the presence of the Reclining Buddha<\/i>.  As Karen put it, a welcome moment of ineffability.  <\/p>\n<p><i><a href=\"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/archives\/000144.shtml#000144\" title=\"Link to an entry about this\">A walk through shantytown <\/a><\/i>.  <\/p>\n<p><i>Feeling like family at <a href=\"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/archives\/000151.shtml#000151\" title=\"More about the family\">Libra Guest House<\/a>, Chiang Mai<\/i>.  When you&#8217;re far away from home, in another culture and another language, the thing you least expect is to feel truly at home somewhere.  It&#8217;s touching and fabulous, and I am ever so thankful for the welcome (and the Thai lessons) I got from Dao, Will, Ti, Nong, Gai, Tek and the whole family.  <\/p>\n<p><i>Spending the day poolside as the <a href=\"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/archives\/000148.shtml#000148\" title=\"An overview of KS Road\">Khao San circus <\/a>churns below<\/i>.  Once you&#8217;ve been in Bangkok a few times, what you long for the most is a moment of quiet.  It&#8217;s not that the place is overwhelming so much as the fact that there&#8217;s only so many times you can go shopping for another t-shirt or another pair of fisherman&#8217;s trousers, and nine times out of ten your room at the guest house is not the comfiest place to hang out. I have found an oasis &#8211; the D&#038;D Inn (where I&#8217;m staying again now) has a pool and a garden on the roof, where I can while away the hours in peace, reading and sipping fruit shakes, far above the deafening competing CD stalls and milling throngs of newly-arrived farang.  <\/p>\n<p><i>Cocktails with a bizarre and hilarious Polish couple around the temple in Soi Rambuttri, Bangkok, Thailand<\/i>.  They were eating a bag of grilled insects and kept offering them to me and everyone else who came by.  We&#8217;re still in touch.<\/p>\n<p><i>Sunset and the stars from a hammock on Chaalok Ban Kao (sunset beach), Koh Tao, Thailand<\/i>.  The hammock is roughly 1 meter from the water at low tide.  Enough said.<\/p>\n<p><i>A bright orange moonrise over the Pacific at the Sailing Club, Nha Trang, Vietnam<\/i>.  Nothing quite like toasting the beauty of nature.  I was reminded of a poem by the fabulous e.e. cummings:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>II<br \/>\ntouching you i say (it being Spring<br \/>\nand night) &#8220;let us go a very little beyond<br \/>\nthe last road &#8211; there&#8217;s something to be found&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>and smiling you answer &#8220;everything<br \/>\nturns into something else, and slips away . . . .<br \/>\n(these leaves are Thingish with moondrool<br \/>\nand i&#8217;m ever so very little afraid&#8221;) <\/p>\n<p>i say<br \/>\n&#8220;along this particular road the moon if you&#8217;ll<br \/>\nnotice follows us like a big yellow dog. You<br \/>\ndon&#8217;t believe? look back. (Along the sand<br \/>\nbehind us, a big yellow dog that&#8217;s . . . . now it&#8217;s red<br \/>\na big red dog that may be owned by who<br \/>\nknows) <\/p>\n<p>only turn a little your. so. And<br \/>\nthere&#8217;s the moon, there is something faithful and mad&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><i>In Hoi&#8217;an: beauty at every turn in narrow streets; the color of the silks and the lanterns over every door in the evening; wine and cheese with Aussies; running into an old Chicago acquaintance at the bar after a year and a half without contact; late night at Mr. Chan&#8217;s<\/i>.  I think Hoi&#8217;an was probably the most fun I&#8217;ve had yet.  At one point, we had 5 continents represented around the table at Happy Hour.<\/p>\n<p><i>Around Ha Kiem lake, Hanoi, Vietnam: coffee and cinnamon ice cream in the afternoon; fireworks over the water on Tet; many-colored lights strung from every tree; sitting on a bench chatting at 4 in the morning.  <\/i>Hanoi may be the first big city in Southeast Asia that I could imagine living in.<\/p>\n<p><i>Waking in a fairy tale on Ha Long Bay<\/i>.  Not for the first time, I desperately wish I could post some photos. Ha Long Bay is the most mysterious, breathtaking, stunningly gorgeous place I&#8217;ve seen, perhaps ever.  1,969 limestone islets rise from crystal clear turquoise water, in all sizes and shapes.  Caves and beaches line the waterfront.  I woke on the morning of my liveaboard tour in a cabin surrounded with windows on 3 sides.  What I saw when I opened my eyes made me feel like a storybook princess in a strange and beautiful land.<\/p>\n<p><i>The maddest motorbike ride, bar none<\/i>.  In Chiang Mai, over mountain trails, across streams, through rocks and mud, steeply up and steeply down.  If I had stopped to think about it I would have spent the entire time thinking I was about to die.  But the scenery was just too gorgeous.  And that guy was an amazing driver.<\/p>\n<p><i>Getting email that simply says, &#8220;Come home soon.  We miss you.&#8221;<\/i>  It&#8217;s good to feel loved from such a distance.  Thanks, Eric.<\/p>\n<p><i>Seeing more possibility in the world and in my life than I have since I was 16 years old<\/i>.  And that, my friends, <b>wins<\/b>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The other night, I got to thinking about what it was that I had hoped to get out of my&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,4,3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-165","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorised","category-the-big-trip-2002-2003","category-travel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/165","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=165"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/165\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=165"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=165"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=165"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}