The Metaphorical Travelling Cow and the Post-Exchange Blues
It’s all over now, baby blue, 2017 edition. Or well, at least my semester abroad is. So, what the year 2017, my time at the National University of Singapore, and the following 8 weeks brought me:
11 countries: Finland, Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia, Hong Kong, Macau, Thailand, Myanmar, Vietnam, Norway, Spain.
It's been A BIT fast-paced (our time in SE Asia was limited, after all). This kind of McTravel makes you realize how good and fast you are at adapting, but makes you somewhat feel like a teflon pan where nothing sticks. I am the cow and the experiences are the grass, and I need time to GRAZE. I need the time to fully understand what’s happening, and think about how I feel about it, and what it all means. And I don’t think a good blog post can be made without realizing those (this, too, is the Year of Realizing Things), so here we go. Why this post is so frickin late.
So, let’s have 1 picture per each country in this post. (EDIT: EXCEPT FOR INDONESIA......which I forgot..... But I posted about Indonesia before so whatever) This will be a brief summary, after all, the one where I try to comprehend all the things I’ve seen and what it all meant – and fail spectacularly at it, of course.
Singapore (on my very last day).
All the ways I got there and back again, like the little hobbit I am:
22 flights*
7 bus rides (everywhere, but the craziest were Myanmar’s 9-hour overnight buses)
2 train rides (including a 13-hour overnight train in Vietnam)
3 boat rides (from Hong Kong to Macau, after 2 hours of sleep because of a crazy night in Lan Kwai Fong)
2 rental cars for two days (with friends: Langkawi, Malaysia; by myself: Tromsø, Norway)
1 rental e-bike for half a day (Bagan, Myanmar)
1 motorbike ride (Hoi An, Vietnam, 2 people on the back of a scooter)
countless tuk-tuks (Thailand)
1 jetski romp (Langkawi, Malaysia)
Hong Kong.
And to be honest, all grazing done and done, I still don’t know what to say. People ask me how it all was, and I don’t know where to begin. It was really something else. And, in Finnish: oli kivaa (”it was nice”, in a very laconic way). Nice, yee.
Macau. After realizing that you really shouldn’t take photos at a casino.
What is there to tell? Do you start with the basics — what we did and what we saw, and general outlines, or the best: the stories to fill the outlines? The quirky things?
Bangkok, Thailand.
And no one really gets it, and all your stories feel unfinished. **) What the hell is there to say? Your friends from home weren’t there, and you don’t want to talk about it too much with them. It’s insensitive and rude: look at all the things I did and fun I had without you!. (But this never mitigated your missing them. These things coexisted.)
Yangon, Myanmar.
And you find it hard to talk about with your ex-exchange buddies, because all the various (I am talking DOZENS) group chats you shared start dying out, and you realize that they, too, lead their own lives back home, and you don’t know anything about it, and worst of all: don’t belong.
Hoi An, Vietnam.
After coming home and crying on the plane, not because I was particularly sad or regretful or happy, but merely because everything was a bit too MUCH, everyone told me to stay still for a while. To let things sink in. I stayed home for a week and then went to Norway for 7 days. First, to see a friend and experience the Constitution Day celebrations in Oslo, and then all by myself to Tromsø.
Langkawi, Malaysia.
It was kind of stupid, people!! On 9 May, I was in Singapore, one degree above the Equator. On 19 May, I was about 3 degrees above the Arctic Circle. I don’t even know what my body thought of it. My mind loved it. I can’t believe these places exist on the same planet, it screamed. How lucky are you to see them all, you ass!!
Tromsø, Norway.
Wait, I do know what my body thought of it. It got messed up as hell. I GOT FAT...with memories. But also actually fat. So. Being home has felt good. For now. (But then I also managed to spend a week before midsummer in Barcelona, Spain. Oops.)
Sitges, Spain.
So, after all that, I came home.
Kumpula, Helsinki, Finland, May 2017.
Here I am, indeed.
*) This number is absolutely DISGUSTING. I feel like I have single-handedly fucked up the climate; never mind Trump getting out of the Paris agreement, THIS IS IT, THE SINGLE WORST THING YOU CAN DO.
**) At this point, you should notice that this post is going nowhere
Finnish translation: Olen vaipunut tavanomaiseen vetelyyteen. Yritän jäsentää järjestään jäsennystä uhmaavia tunteita ja kokemuksia, joita vaihto-nelikuukautinen toi tullessaan. Hankalalta vaikuttaa. Kaikki tiivistyy kliseisiin: parasta, mitä saatoin tehdä. Tulin, näin, voitin. Kaikenlaista kummaa tapahtuu comfort zonen ulkopuolella, mutta on myös ihan ok palata sinne nysv��ämään. Paitsi että taskussa on jo liput Pohjois-Italiaan ja Ranskan Rivieralle...
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