Happy Mother’s Day to Moms around the world!
There’s been headlines in the news about women encountering danger abroad. In Delhi last December, a nation was awakened when a local physiognamy intern accidentally boarded a private bus with a friend and was raped by six men. Even more recently, the body of 33-year old Sarai Sierra was found in Turkey after she had gone missing for two weeks.
It’s made the public and media becry – Is it safe for women to travel alone?
Since I’ve completed almost of month of travel, with having had only two days to prepare before hitting the road, it’s time to assess my shining highs and my rock-bottom lows.
What did I learn from this crash course in winging a last-minute trip?
Quite simply, I learned how to survive it.
So now I’m going to give you some “insider tips”, so that you that can survive it better than me.
A few months at most… I’ll go back home just long enough to find another job to get me back to Korea.” That’s what I told myself. Returning to the U.S. was the furthest thing from my plan.
My Hindu astrologer in Dharamsala quoted a year. I had difficulty believing him. A year later,… the stars were right.
It’s scary when life imitates art.Even scarier when you find yourself copying something off of a Jim Carrey film and it actually works!
When posting my main travel stories, I realize there are many others which get lost in the shuffle. Unfortunately, sometimes there’s just no place for them in a flow of writing. So what do you do when you come to those moments which feel seemingly sentimental yet brief?
This weekend I was doing my fall file cleaning and came across some India photographs that I thought I’d share. Every so often, I revisit old photographs to see if they still resonate with me the way they did when I first took them or saw them. This particular series, Dostana (meaning Friendship in Hindi) is brief and came about simply when I met some children who lived in the neighboring backstreets of Varanasi’s ghats. Not an immediate favorite of mine (reason: some have technical flaws); it took a while for me to realize why I kept wanting to come back to it, despite its flaws. I figured out later, I was drawn to the very resolute expressions on the faces of the children in them and how it conveyed the hardened lifestyle they lead.
In fact, it was two years (and a week) ago that India had accidentally turned into my crash course as a solo traveler in a developing country. Shri Varanasi was my teacher and she wasn’t easy.
Raining. I waited the summer to see Boseong Tea Fields’ tea-inspired glory and what happened when I finally got there?… It rained. I rattled off some quick shots before the downpour of rain, snuck in some quality tea-bathing time (I’ll talk about it in my next blog) and came up with 4 great nokcha- inspired travel reflections, which I will list here!