Touched down in Bangkok yesterday! It’s pretty exciting setting foot in Asia for the first time. Not just that, but being a solo traveller once again has its thrills. The heightened awareness of surroundings brought back familiar memories.
The flight over here began with a bang (or not). I sat next to a pleasant couple, former teachers from Manchester (England), who had retired early and now live off their own land.
The husband had spent 25 years at his primary school! Perhaps the epitome of the ‘job for life’ generation.
Now having done their time in the public sector, they were making the most of their inflation proof state pensions, and looking to travel. However it felt to me like they had delayed this until too late in life.
However in their defence I was quite impressed at their early retirement and current lifestyle. They said that most of the time their meals came completely from their land; meat, eggs and vegetables. That’s got to a dream worth chasing! Or at the very least being able to source food ethically and locally. He said that 3 years into retirement the honeymoon period was over and they were still loving it 🙂
Something that is common amongst travellers is they tend to be very wary of their time on the earth, and want to do stuff ‘while they’re young’ rather than defer it to later.
It’s a key motivation for this trip. At 26 it felt like a crossroads in life. One where you either choose to settle down with a partner and begin nesting, or you choose to explore the world and ‘make the most of it’ whilst still young. The blue or the read pill, to quote popular culture, aka Morpheus from the Matrix.
“This is your last chance. After this there is no turning back. You take the blue pill: the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill: you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.”
This leads me on to a convo I had with an English guy in Bangkok. He had been brought up by a Dad who told him to make the most of his youth. His Dad was 62 and didn’t have hist first child until 35. This guy was currently living out in Perth on a working holiday visa, his second year in Australia. He was contemplating taking a job with the firm (to secure further time in Oz), versus visiting S. America for 6 months. His dilemma being that if he did that, he wasn’t sure how he would get back to working in Oz. The whole convo really brought home the issues surrounding visas. He talked of people marrying to secure them, plus using different passports.
So anyway, now is the time to explore the city and acclimatise myself to Asia. Looking forward to some more of the food!