young, wild and free

Halong Bay Castaway experience

I decided to start my Southeast Asia trip in Vietnam. I flew into Hanoi and took a shuttle bus to Hanoi Backpackers Hostel. During the free waking tour around the old French Quarter, I was shocked to witness that it was even busier than the obstacle course that is Kuta, Bali. Here, there are more vehicles, mopeds, bicycles and street vendors weaving their way around you as you try to stay alive. Shops selling fake North Face bags, silk clothing, handicrafts and souvenirs. Lots of restaurants, cafés and the local eateries were cooking right on the narrow sidewalk, local patrons sitting around on tiny plastic stools slurping their Pho. My favorite discovery was the iced egg coffee at a café overlooking Ho Kiem Lake and Bun Chá at a local eatery.

                    

One day in the city was enough for me. I was longing for wide open spaces and my dose of daily fresh air. I was still in the mood to celebrate my birthday so I signed up for the Ha Long Bay 3-day Castaway tour that departs in the morning. After what seemed like 5 hours of riding different modes of transportation, I realized it would've been very difficult to get here on my own since most of the locals didn't speak a word of English. Our cruise boat gracefully sailed though little fishing villages set against the stunning backdrop of limestone formations in the bay, a designated a UNESCO a World Heritage Site. There are over 2,000 of them dotted across the northern east coast. I couldn't help but compare it to El Nido and Coron. A legend says that there was once a dragon who hailed from the sky to protect Vietnam against enemies from the north. The dragon then formed into emerald crystals which then turned into limestone formations in Ha Long bay. 

"There are only 3 rules in Castaway", our British tour guide declared. "First rule of Castaway is to drink only with the left hand, second rule is to never say the word "mine" and third rule is to never say the word "ten". There are various consequences for those who violate the rules such as downing your entire drink, doing 10 push-ups and doing 10 push-ups while faking an orgasm. They were dead serious about it! I immediately thought to myself, "This could've been fun t-e-n years ago, but man, I'm too old for this sh*t!" I immediately distracted my negative thoughts and focused on the surreal beauty and serenity of this place. 

                    

Our booze boat finally pulled into an small island set against a gorgeous background, protected by perfect limestone formations from one end to the other. A fat hairy naked man who looked like the life size version of Super Mario stood right in the center of Castaway with his hands up in the air, yelling from the distance, excited to welcome new arrivals to his self-proclaimed naked colony. I wanted to jump off the boat and swim back to the normal world. 

We were welcomed with a big sumptuous buffet lunch of different variands of Asian food then settled in our rustic little huts. In the afternoon, we cruised around Ha Long Bay while partying in true Castaway style. Shotguns of of bia (beer), loud blasting music and lots of good company. Most of them in their early twenties and traveling the the Banana Pancake Trail as well so everyone had amazing stories to tell. At sunset, we all jumped off the boat together, floated around in the emerald waters and swam to a nearby island. I stood there frozen in awe of my surroundings, when a guy took notice and said in his American accent "You're in your element, aren't you?" 

Feeling right in my comfort zone, I started doing some yoga, practicing headstands on the shore and within a minute, all these tipsy people started following my moves, begging for a lesson. As a yoga teacher, I couldn't help but lead them into a few proper sun salutations. Lots of laughter, painful screams, ooohs and ouches followed. That made my day. THIS is why teach yoga! 

   

The next day, some people did tubing (ala Flying Fish) while I opted to go rock climbing with some French guys. There were two different climbs, both about 30 meters high, one more challenging than the other. I honestly thought I wouldn't be able to climb much but I took my time and surprisingly made it all the way to the top of both courses. Whenever I'd get stuck, I'd have to reposition my hands and feet according to the instructor's advice from where she was standing down below. There's a certain sense of fulfillment looking at the panoramic views from up there, which makes it so much more beautiful. 

At night, all inhibitions broke lose. What happens when you put a bunch of young, wild, free spirits on a secluded paradise island? I'll let you use your imagination for that! 

But instead of skinny dipping, making out in the bushes and having threesomes, I ended up bonding with people in different ways. I searched for the bioluminescent planktons along the shoreline with some English lads. Had discussions of a parallel universe and geography lessons with the American guy. A French monsieur got deep into quantum physics and explained why the sky is blue, from a micro perspective. Another lad from Manchester taught me the basics of Taekwondo and let me practice my punches and kicks until I got better. Funny how much I learned from a booze cruise. 

    
                                                               The hangover








It's after dinner and Rasta walks with me along Jalan Raya Kuta. The little bracelet girls are chasing each other on the road and come running my direction as soon as they see me. They offer me a fruit that looks like Lansones but tastes like Rambutan. We stroll along the dusty road, stopping every time we bump into familiar faces. They drop me off at Lombok Barrel, say goodbye and continue to work throughout the night. 



And I'm here sitting on a makeshift wooden bench that's about to collapse. The night is young and the local surfer boys are sitting around the bonfire playing some acoustic tunes. Ozy drumming calmly on his bongos, Aris strumming his guitar, serenading us with his sweet raspy voice. They speak to me in what seemed like a mix of Bahasa Indonesian, Sasak and broken English with a heavy Australian accent and strangely I understand. In between songs, they plan to surf a secret spot tomorrow and I'm invited. Don't tell the Spanish guys, they say. 

We pass around some local rice wine before all the bules arrive and it's delicious. I look up at this humongous tree almost stripped bare of its' leaves, exposing the crescent moon and the night sky full of stars. They're just as bright as I remember them to be. None of my friends are here yet I never feel alone. I have nothing but a few thousand rupiahs left in my back pocket, no house, no keys. But I'm here, the glow of the fire warming my face. My mind is not a million miles away, wishing I was someplace else. I have to see Southeast Asia, I keep reminding myself. But I'm right where I want to be and its a little harder for me to leave. 

banana pancake trail

The IndoChina path has been traveled by millions, I know. And though countless souls have been through this route before, every single journey is undoubtedly different, especially the one that happens deep within us. This time around, I’m seeing the world with a fresh set of eyes, a more open mind, the same vulnerable heart and a much, much stronger soul.  

My heart jumps as I think about the next few days. Traveling, at least for me, feels like jumping off a cliff, or blindly falling in love. The idea that you’re flying thousands of miles to a strange distant country awakens the very essence of my spirit. 

This voyage is something I need to do on my own.

ti旅する女の子とデートしないこと。(Japanese)

 彼女のとかしていない髪はボサボサで、日焼けで色が変わっている。
彼女の肌は、いまや、かつてのような白さとは程遠い。それは、健康的な日焼けの域を超えている。
真っ黒に焼けた肌にはいくつもの日焼けあと、傷跡や虫刺されがあちこちにある。
だけど、彼女には、そんな跡と同じだけ、語るべき、興味深い物語がある。


旅する女の子とデートしないこと。彼女を喜ばせるのは難しい。普通のショッピングモールでのディナーと映画のデートじゃ、彼女は元気を失くしてしまう。彼女の魂は、新しい経験と冒険に飢えている。彼女は君の新しい車とか、高級時計には全く感動しない。
彼女は、車や時計の自慢を聞くくらいなら、岩を登ったり、飛行機から飛び出す方がましって思ってる。


旅する女の子とデートしないこと。彼女は航空券のセールがあるたびに、フライトを予約して、君をいらいらさせる。彼女はクラブのパーティには行かない。外人DJに100ドル以上払うなんて絶対ありえない。週末1回クラビングをするなら、1週間、もっとわくわくするようなどこか遠くに出かけることができるって知ってるから。


おそらく、彼女は安定した仕事を持つことができない。もしくは、彼女は多分、仕事を辞めることを夢見てる。彼女は、誰か別の人の夢のために、休む間もなく働き続けたくない。彼女には自分の夢があって、それに向かって働いている。彼女はフリーランスだ。彼女はデザイナーや、ライターや、フォトグラファー、または何か、クリエイティビティと想像力を必要とする何かで、お金を稼いでいる。君のつまらない仕事の愚痴で、彼女の時間を無駄にしないこと。


旅する女の子とデートしないこと。彼女は学位を捨てて、キャリアを完全に切り替えているかもしれない。彼女は今はダイビングのインストラクターや、ヨガの先生だ。彼女は次のお給料がいつ入るのか知らない。でも、彼女はロボットのように一日中働いたりせず、出かけて行って、人生のもたらすべきものを受け取っている。君にもそうしろ、と挑んでくるだろう。


旅する女の子とデートしないこと。彼女は不確かな人生を選んでいるから。彼女は計画しないし、定住もしない。彼女は流れとともに行き、彼女のハートに従っている。彼女は自分のドラムのビートでダンスする。彼女は腕時計を付けない。彼女の毎日は太陽と月が決めている。波に呼ばれたら、人生は止まり、彼女はしばらく他のことは目に入らない。だけど、彼女は人生で一番大事なことは、サーフィンじゃないってことを学んでる。


旅する女の子とデートしないこと。彼女は本音で話をしたがるから。彼女はあなたの両親や友人にいい顔をしようとなんて、絶対にしない。彼女はリスペクトを知ってるけど、世界の問題や社会的道義について、議論することを恐れない。


彼女はあなたを必要としない。彼女はテントの張り方を知ってるし、フィンを付けるのに手助けもいらない。彼女は料理が上手だから、君が食事代を払う必要はない。彼女はインディペンデントなので、君が一緒に旅するかどうかなんて気にしない。彼女は目的地についたら、君とチェックインすることなんて忘れてしまう。彼女は今に生きることに忙しい。彼女は知らない人と話す。彼女はたくさんの面白い人たち、世界中の彼女と同じような心を持った人たちと、彼女の情熱や夢を語り合う。彼女は君といると退屈するだろう。


だから、旅する女の子とは、絶対デートしないこと。彼女に付いていけないんだったら。そしてもし、そんな子に恋してしまったら、彼女をあえて傍に置こうとしないこと。彼女を行かせてあげること。

Translated by Yohei Sato, a university student majoring in Tourism in Tokyo, Japan. His recent travels has brought him to Tanzania, Kennya and Indonesia. Check out his mini travel culture magazine "Art of travel" at http://bit.ly/ZspWI0 ). 

Μην βγεις ραντεβού με ένα κορίτσι που ταξιδεύει (Greek)

Μην βγεις ραντεβού με ένα κορίτσι που ταξιδεύει.
Είναι αυτή με τα απεριποίητα μαλλιά χρωματισμένα καστανόξανθα από τον ήλιο. Το  δέρμα που κάποτε ήταν λευκό, τώρα είναι συνεχώς μαυρισμένο σαν να έχει κάνει Island Hopping όλο το καλοκαίρι  στα νησιά του Αιγαίου. Το σώμα της είναι γεμάτο από καψίματα, πληγές και τσιμπήματα. Αλλά για κάθε ελάτωμα στο δέρμα της, έχει μια ενδιαφέρουσα ιστορία να πει.