The Mad Ones

“… the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”

-Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Sometimes in my trip going somewhere, I met the kind of people that have that passion in their eyes, sometimes burning gently but sometimes fiercely scorching its surrounding with hot blooded craziness. I’m sure everyone have met this kind of people in our life, and right after we could notice that there is something different in them. The Key People. The Eye of the Storm. The Mad Ones.

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A Prayer for Nepal

I lifted my bag and went outside Tribhuvan Airport in Kathmandu, chilly night air gently caressing my skin which usually exposed only to tropical weather. I saw many people outside, either waiting for the arrival for their loved one, or to pick up a tourist like me. I found my pickup car which I’ve booked before, then I was on my way to the hostel.
Dusty and old and romantic; that was my first impression of Nepal.
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The Journey of the Cat

“… there we understood that our vocation, was to move for eternity along the roads and seas of the world. Always curious, looking into everything that came before our eyes, sniffing out each corner but only faintly – not setting down roots in any land or staying long enough to see the substratum of things; the outer limits would suffice.”

Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara, The Motorcycle Diaries

That one time, we decided to do backpacking together to Myanmar. She’s always curious in what I love to do: to go to the road less traveled. To lost in thought and to literally lost in a strange place, to rely on luck and gut feeling to survive. To count on the kindness of stranger, to see the other side of the world.
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The Silence in Snow

I was on 4950 m asl on my way to Gorakh Shep, in the middle of Everest Base Camp trek when I realize that I was completely alone. My guide, Pasang, was staying behind; he met with a friend and wanted to talk for a while, and he knew he could caught up to me really quick. There I saw whites and ice and beautiful mountain, and it was beautiful and all I could hear was the wind blowing and cut my face cold. I walked and walked, stabbing snow with my trekking pole, inhaling the freezing air and set my eyes on everywhere, like a hungry beast I feel the greed to capture everything, the beauty surrounding me. Suddenly I felt a bit dizzy and I sat down on the ground, the small area which the snow has melted. Continue reading “The Silence in Snow”

A Race and A Labyrinth

“I’ve been lost in this fancy labyrinth
Should I say goodbye to my family…”

– the Band Apart, Shine on Me

The idea of getting myself on the road again always makes me excited, but for what reason I still don’t know how to explain. I like the comfort of a house, and why do I want to be at a place where I’m having a hard time communicating my thoughts? I like being able to know where I am and how to get from one place to another as easy as just hop on my car and drive, but why do I want to get lost in the middle of nowhere without the slightest idea of how to get away?

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Epilogue of the Trek

The sun haven’t came out yet when I woke up. It’s always like this these few days, always woke up even before the alarm is ringing. Looks like shiver is a better alarm for waking up early. Why was it so cold anyway? It’s -16 degree Celsius outside and I’m still at Dingboche, Nepal, on my way to Everest Base Camp. The altitude was only 4530 m but it’s already snowing. As a guy from South East Asia, that was the first time I ever experience snow. It was beautiful but deadly cold, especially when there’s only wooden boards as wall and a sleeping bag to protect you from the weather. Continue reading “Epilogue of the Trek”

Simply A Kite

“… But I’m a kite that floats in the sky
I thought that I was free under the shining light… “

the band apart, Bind

What is the true meaning of freedom in travel?

Some might say it is the freedom of being anywhere anytime we like it, no need to tell boss or girlfriend or family or friends, as easy as an eagle that fly in the horizon, gliding along the warm wind from one sky to another.

I think most of us have this feeling of freedom momentarily, in a sense of opening our minds to different and strange and new feelings and jump right into it. Continue reading “Simply A Kite”

Same Same but Different

I’m always interested in conversing about traveling to anyone. One time, I was talking with a friend about it. She was just got back from her trip to Vietnam, where she spent a good ten days going around the country.

I was ready to talk about Pham Ngu Lao area in Ho Chi Minh city, about side trip to Hoi An or Nha Trang, about the expensive train tickets to foreigner, the infamous Cu Chi tunnels, and so on. Rather, she talked was about her Park Hyatt hotel in Ho Chi Minh city, how she got a great deal in Tràng Tiền Plaza in Hanoi, and about the fine dining in Hanoi that served Vietnamese foods on so many little plates. Continue reading “Same Same but Different”

Early Morning at Nha Trang Station

Anyone would feel crabby after a disturbed, short period of sleep. That is exactly how I felt that time at Train Station in Nha Trang, Vietnam. I only got a few hours of sleep and my roommate was so loud, coming back after being drunk on 3 AM. It is one of the risk of renting a shared room, I know… I didn’t blame him, though I can’t help but feel a bit annoyed by that. Waking up very early in the morning didn’t help at all; I have to catch the train that would leave to Da Nang at 5.36 AM that day.Train ticket vietnam
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I was looking through some old photos in my hard disk, when I found an old photo of my classmate in high school. We were  taking a pic for the opening of sports festival, so all of us was there. My mouse pointer hovering from one face to another… This guy moved to Singapore and become a successful entrepreneur in beauty products. This girl, she took her doctorate degree in Chemistry… I remember she always so good in chemistry class. This other guy, he keeps rocking in his world, last time I heard he went for cave diving in Thailand. This other guy, he was in a band with me, went to US after graduation and back again to become the successor of his family business. Continue reading “Remembrance”