92% of the photos I took while traveling Asia are gone. Just like that. In the dark, in the chaos, somewhere, somehow, they disappeared...
Well, ok... to be fair, that's not entirely true. They are sitting on a sim card that has been shut down somewhere in the Philippines. Sure, I have a few that I saved to my computer and the ones I posted on instagram and those I sent to my mom as reminders that- 'yes, I'm alive, no I don't have Indo-belly. Look at this amazing coffee shop and pretty temple, aren't they nice?'. But the hundreds of photos of landscapes, city scapes, people, places, and things...are all gone.
Drew (bless him) made the point that they are memories all the same and I will still be able to carry those with me and tell people about the trip and all of that, which is true... yes... but also, fun fact, I'm not always the best story teller; shocking I know (it came as a surprise to me as well). You see, when I'm telling a story in person I tend to ramble. I add details which I find interesting but seeing that 90% of humanity has not been to the same place or had the same experience they can not relate, therefore they don't (nor should they) care (they care, just not at the level that I care). As I mulled over this fact I decided it would be best, for the state of my heart, to try and get a few of the stories out here. You know, like on this blog thing I ramble on occasionally. They need to go somewhere or I will forget. I remember a LOT of things... things that are strange and don't matter but I can't (often) tell you what I did yesterday (I can do that today however- Yesterday I wrote for a long while, had breakfast, ran all over town, worked out, had lunch, walked for ages, got balls deep into a soul filled conversation with my friend Becky, made chicken curry from scratch with homemade rava dosa, baked bread and patched a jump suit... I will not be able to tell you any of that in like an hour, but for now I can).
The point is, these stories matter... mostly because we are human and how we translate our experience in this world is through the medium of story (books, films, podcasts, blogs, magazines, zines, etc etc etc).
I will do my best to be clear and honest and to bring you into the worlds that I had the immense pleasure of stepping into. Asia is magical in places- the people, the food, the culture, the style, the colours, smells, sun light, all brilliant and so SO different. There were moments of shock, humility, love, contentment, heart break, anger, joy and extreme peace. This trip was unique in that I wasn't anywhere very long (read- fly in day 1, work day 2, fly out following morning, repeat) but I did feel that I got to taste a little bit of each country in my mini adventures.
The journey began in Japan, which was (and is) everything and continued on through China, Taiwan, Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia, Thailand (humid heaven), Hong Kong, and the Philippines all in a little less than 30 days. It was a whirlwind to say the least.
I may not have photos but I do have my memories and I will cherish them for as long as time allows.