Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Gruessen aus Deutschland :)

I was considering translating and posting this entire entry in German but after eavesdropping on Xiu Qing and the manner in which she speaks the language, I decided not to embarrass myself over the net.

The previous entry was typed a while back but I could only put it up 5 minutes ago…

Anyway, the trip thus far has been rather enjoyable. Europe has been amazing and I would definitely make a return journey back to Europe. Paris and Munich rank first on my list of countries to return to.

Anyway, I am scheduled to leave for Amsterdam tomorrow. I am currently in Xiu Qing’s place chilling out and waiting to have dinner with Nic, Norms, Jia Jie, Melvin and XQ… J Till the next entry J  

If you miss the train I am on… you’ll know that I am gone…

Again, new experiences seem to be the order of this trip. Its been 3 hours into my inaugural sleeper train ride to Paris from Rome and I am still rather wide awake. As there isn’t Internet access on the train (not much expectations there, one might say, but if you were here to observe the condition of the train… I doubt you’d have any too if you were here…) I have resolved to writing the entry on words on my lappy before publishing it when I get a connection later upon my arrival in France.

Italy, as a tourist destination, wasn’t all that bad on hindsight. I’d give the whole Italian experience a modest 6/10 on Jason’s scale of  “Love it or Hate it” with 10/10 getting the most love out of me and 1/10 getting none at all. The country was beautiful and the sight of numerous ancient ruins lying there basking in the glow of the warm sunrays is simply breath taking. The ruins lying a strewn on Palatino hill, the almost in tact Pantheon standing gorgeously against the backdrop of modern Rome… all those were sights that’ll stay with me for a long time to come. If Rome were just  a land with such breath-taking sights and NOTHING else… a 10/10 would be no issue at all. What I really didn’t like about the country was the almost bipolar attitude they had towards visitors to their country. One minute you could be walking down an alley smiling and exchanging morning greetings with a local on his morning jog around Circus Maximus, the next second you could be getting shoved off the bus by an aggressive Italian woman for obstructing her way. The booing and total lack of respect they had for the American water-polo team when they emerged from the changing room onto the pool deck during the Italy-American preliminary match was testament to just how discourteous they were. Italian food wasn’t fantastic in general (Though they were exceptions in Florence and Venice… but those exceptions were mainly restricted to the Gelato stores we frequented during our week’s stay in Italy…) with much of the pasta served being either too plain or just lacking in flavor.  Complaints aside, the overall experience was still a positive one and I would do it all over again had I been asked to rethink my decisions.

Again, I must reiterate the fact that I am now lying chest down on the second bed of a sleeper coach. The cramp living conditions coupled with the rather bumpy ride I am having now as we speed through the darkness across the Italian countryside simply doesn’t make for ideal writing conditions.

The trip thus far is coming along pretty fine. There were numerous bumps along the way but I think those bumps made for pretty good lessons in life for all of us. I learnt a lot more about myself during the trip and I learnt the importance of tact and good self-control. I have come to understand myself and the way I see things and operate as an individual a little better and am now more aware of where my limits  (all limits one can think off…) are. Tolerance and patience are the two key ingredients for a trip to be successful. As I mentioned to some of my friends and relatives before; all it takes is for one head to blow for the trip to dissolve into total failure.  There were a many close shaves for me but I guess practice makes perfect; whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger and I guess that’s how it has been for me thus far.

Melvin and I had a late night in Rome yesterday, as we walked the streets one last time before we left for France. We talked about a lot of stuff and I think we both learnt a little bit more about each other. We were course mates about three years back during my PTI course and schoolmates prior to enlistment. That coupled with the sparse interactions we had over the course of our lives certainly made (Re) introductions a whole lot easier.

Tomorrow’s going to be a rather long day (We’re expected to arrive in Paris at about 9.30 – 10.00 a.m. From the stations, we’ll make our way to our hotel, wash up deposit our bags and stuff before heading out to explore the city a bit. There’s supposed to be a Sandeman’s walking tour around Paris sometime in the late morning and afternoon too… Hopefully we’re awake enough for that.) so I should probably get some rest soon…

Ciao and till the next entry J

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Roma Termini - Paris Percy

Sleeper Train to Paris in... 2 hours time :) Tour De France... Here I come!!!

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Reflections

I didn't think that I wouold find time to do much reflection or thinking about my trip, the direction I am taking or my life in general while I am off on this uber long holiday of mind. Well, I did manage to sneak in a couple of minutes here and there whilst I was nodding off to sleep on the train as it was rushing off to another city or a second or two as I waited for the water to heat up as I stood in the shower... A bit too much information there... but anyway... I didn't think I'd find the time to all that at all.
However, after a rather long, detailed yet extremely enjoyable tour of the museums and chapel of the Vatican, I found sometime to be alone and think about the stuff that I felt I needed to think and reflect about.
I have travelled prior to this Europe trip. I always thought that the stuff I read and learnt about in school and off the net were sufficient enough for me to learn about that big big world around us. I was pretty happy doing the things I did, learning the things I learnt and just satisfied with the way things were going in my what-I-thought-was safe perfect world. Now here I am on the longest trip of my life (for now I hope...), halfway across the world sitting at the computer of my hotel in a rather ulu part of Rome, my mind still numb and spinning from the flurry of new experiences, sights and sounds of the people and places around me.
I have walked the bridges of Venice, strolled across the open square in the Vatican, took silly photos with the leaning tower of Pisa and got pickpocketed on the train from Zurich... (Yes Nic... that was the tragedy I was talking about...). I am even more fortunate to have done this with some really close friends of mine and this makes everything I am doing right now just that little bit sweeter.
I sat in one of the chapels in St Peter's Balisca today just reflecting on all this and everything I have done thus far in my 22 years on this planet. In all honesty, I could have done all this thinking in my bathroom back home but I must admit... self reflection in a Chapel in a 2000 year old church in the smallest nation state in the world, above the foundation of the Church as it is today (freethinker here by the way...) sure makes self-reflecting a whole lot more dramatic and... clearer in a different way. Taking all that and comparing it with the deeds of the great characters of history which I have come to learn about on my trip, they pale greatly in comparison.
I don't think I'll ever see things in the same light they once were ever again. That being said... I really miss the Blk 85 pork noodles... just as much as Norman misses his fei fei wanton mee I guess... haha... Till the next entry :)

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Updates from Venice

Its been an amazing journey thus far. I've learnt more about myself in this one week than I have in the last one year. I've learnt the meaning behind perseverance and the truth behind holding on even when the end looks bleak. I've finally learnt the heavy price one pays when one doesn't heed the good advice of friends and family around and the unquestionable faith and unfailing support a family can have in one's endeavours and believes. 

Its been a while since I had such good feelings about myself and I am sure as hell loving it. I can't upload any of the photos I've taken yet but I'll try to add some up as the days go by. Today was a pretty slack day. After a 5-6 hour walking tour through 1/3 of Venice... we headed by ferry to another small island off the coast of Venice to... pick up sea-shells and collect sand :) The simple things in life... :) Till the next entry :)

PS: I'll upload an entry on the race of my life when I get back to Singapore...