The second leg of the world tour is officially underway. Over the next six months, I plan to travel through Southeast Asia, China, Japan (maybe – on the look out for affordable flights and accommodation), India, down the east coast of Africa, and finally, if I have time and money left, through South and Central America.
On Monday, I took a 16-hour flight from NYC to Hong Kong. I spent one night there and then flew on to Bali, which seemed like the perfect place to start the trip (and to escape winter – there was snow on the ground in New York, but it is smoking hot here).
I spent the first two nights in Jimbaran, where I toured the amazing fish and produce markets and took a great cooking class.
Jimbaran Beach is known for the grilled seafood restaurants (warungs) that line the sand, and they proved to be a great place to chow down and watch the sun set over the ocean.
Today, I am in Kuta Beach. Here, I’ve logged quite a few hours lying in the sun, drinking fruity drinks, and watching the surfers. Tomorrow, I will head on to Ubud to soak up Balinese culture and eat some delicious suckling pig. Life is good.
Today also happens to be the last day of my twenties. (Well, I suppose I can squeeze in an extra half-day of youthful revelry if I decide to age according to U.S. time). I am heading into my thirties homeless and unemployed. I wake up each morning with no real plan. My only concrete goals are to see cool things, to eat good food, and to learn some stuff.
I know that some people will read this and think that this whole trip is a bit immature. (I know this because, thanks to the wonders of the internet, those people occasionally express their disapproval anonymously. Weenies.) Those people are wrong. One of the signs of true maturity is being comfortable enough with who you are (and confident enough in your own judgment) to follow your own path in life, even if some people disapprove or think you are crazy. I have never been happier and have no regrets about leaving my job and selling everything I owned to travel the big, beautiful world. I am looking forward to whatever the next six months – and the next decade – have in store for me.
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