Dear Asia, I’m on my way
On my way to Asia… well, let’s be precise, it’s not The Asia, it’s “just” Thailand. You must be thinking so too, and you’re right, precision is important after all. It’s not The Asia I was so curious about when I was five or six and used to overhear my dad talk about clients, suppliers, and goods coming from Taiwan: dishes with dragons painted on them and funny spoons, bowls with the photos of Oriental women on their bases… Then the stories, the smells… The farthest of far, the amazement in my voice saying “someone brought this from Asia“… that small bamboo fan that had sailed amazing seas to get to me was, in fact, coming from a land of rice, fire and serpents.
China, Hong Kong (which is a whole different love), Japan… I only knew of them because of the stories I had tireless heard and still felt mesmerized.
But then, when growing up and looking out into the World, I run into stories of Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Burma, Siam… All those names did nothing but increase my thirst for knowledge and my wanderlust bucket list.
And here I am, promising myself to return even before arriving, because I already know one trip won’t be enough, neither two, nor three… I’m afraid Asia might be a deadly catch, and once there, you can do nothing but keep coming back. I feel it.
Written somewhere over Turkey, published in Bangkok.
I wrote this Post on a plane, somewhere over Turkey.
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