Travelling solo to an exotic place, meeting some mysterious stranger, falling in love...Sounds too common & clique but perhaps this idea has captivated me in such a way that perhaps thats why I love to travel. Travelling alone might be kind of lonely at times because there's no one to share that perfect breathtaking moment you find so hard to put in words to describe but it does allow you to selfishly take in all that beautiful experiences of being in a foreign country on your own and capture every sight, sound and vibe. Sounds really ironic but thats the beauty of travelling solo.
As for meeting that mysterious stranger that just grabs your attention (and your heart, too), did in a way experienced it once before, but I guess being together does not seem very possible. Like a short trip, thats how long it will last and its probably because of the travel as a liminal period (sociological perspective) where it kind of authorises people to go beyond their boundaries. Well, as an idealist, I do still hold on to the view that it might just happen..
Fallling in love... That memory was bittersweet but painful as well. Perhaps I hated myself for not cherishing that moment more and holding tight to it; if I could turn back time, I would. Perhaps I didn't make that big an impression, that's why the next morning, after a week, things changed..Sighs
So where do I go from now? Where should I go?
And, should one travel to seek love or seek love in travelling for its own sake? Its hard to separate the two...
