I’ll be turning 40 in a few weeks, and all year long I have been anticipating going into a deep funk. So far it hasn’t quite happened yet and I think I have to thank my blogger friends on WordPress who have kept me going with their kindest of comments. I never knew how much I would look forward to new comments each day. To all who have commented – it really means the world to me. To anyone else out there born in 1970, I would love to hear how you feel about turning 40. Or if you’ve reached an age milestone – how did it feel?
Sometimes I feel embarrassed that I am so immature. How is a 40-year-old supposed to behave? Inside, I still don’t feel that different. I sound so superficial, but the worst bit – the white hairs which I refuse to colour, and increasingly deep wrinkles and crinkles. I must confess that I have lost my naivety and have become more wary. I learnt the hard way, through office politics which I refused to engage in (to my detriment) that not everyone is nice and decent and that ambition can override all that.
When I was younger I imagined a lot of things for myself that didn’t quite transpire, but my friend E who is a psychologist always encourages me to count my blessings. Amongst them travel features prominently. I feel so blessed that I have had the chance to visit 11 countries across 3 Continents. Besides writing and reading I must say that travelling revives my soul. To be a travel writer would be a dream come true for me. Since I haven’t been hired as a travel writer yet (still hoping that putting it out there will make it happen), the blog helps me to fulfill that role I long for. Travel and experiencing new environments and culture has added another dimension to my life. Travelling with a partner, with friends and with family – all different and wonderful in their own ways. I find that travel can be quite a bonding experience, because it’s a shared experience. We often look back and talk about how much fun we had or the unique situations we encountered.
Magical, Surreal and Life Altering Experiences that come to mind (not in any particular order):
1. Seeing Australia for the first time was seeing a postcard image come to life. I had never seen sky so blue and clear or shops and houses so pretty. It was my very first time out of Asia. It was my first solo trip without my parents. I was 17 and akward. Going with my childhood friend U was so much fun. I had never seen such beautiful and pristine beaches before. How delightful it was to feel the refreshing coolness of the air. Even the raindrops seem bigger but more sparse and I hardly got wet after a light rain. Being Asian, to me, that was the height of exotic.
2. Lying on the grass and watching the sky sparkle with a million stars in Melbourne with my friend E. We were 18 and wide-eyed.
3. Wonderful feeling of space in a sparsely populated Perth.
4. Quaint German town like feel in Adelaide Hills, beautiful rose gardens and B cooking the tastiest pasta I have ever had. It had been an especially hard year and I was just 32. It was the year I lost my father, my confidante, my heart. I had just completed my Masters degree and somehow I could not feel any joy without my father being proud of me.
5. Milking a brown spotted cow on a farm stay in Australia, unsuccessfully. I never imagined her udder would feel that warm. I was just glad not to be kicked.
6. Staying in the YWCA and dorms during a budget trip to Australia with my 3 good friends from school – E, M and S. We paid just S$1400 for a 3 week long trip of our lives on a guided coach ride all across Australia. At one point there were 12 girls packed into a room with bunk beds, but we were young and it was an exciting time. I had not yet developed any of my finicky needs when it came to hotel rooms.
7. Toughest experiences in Bali and surviving the trauma. Getting lost and falling very ill in the remotest part of Bali with no doctors and being alone on a mountain for hours. It was part of a rough field trip in my youth. I continued with the trip and when it was over I returned and headed straight to the hospital. Sometimes it’s no fault of the country, but just circumstances and fate. It was one of those hurdles I was supposed to go through I guess.
8. Wonderful work experience – handling a medical conference in Bali at the Sheraton with the best colleagues and kindest bosses a girl could ask for. The hospitality of the people was from the heart and the best I had ever encountered.
9. Crown Jewels in the spooky awe-inspiring Tower of London. I would love make a return visit one day having thoroughly researched the history of the tower this time.
10. 5 minutes of hailstones falling on us, outside Buckingham Palace. It was sudden and my first encounter with such a phenomenon. What a thrill!
11. Feeding kangaroos and feeling their teeth nibble my palms. I am not that comfortable with animals but E encouraged me and I felt comfortable with her as she’s truly an animal lover. Animals relax around her.
12. Feeling like a child during my first snow experience 2 years ago – unexpected snow in Boston in Spring (fresh and falling heavily too – almost a blizzard and it was heaven to me). So unexpected it was heavily reported on the news. I felt blessed by this little miracle.
13. Best ever fudge brownie in Boston. I still crave for it and Singapore brownies pale in comparison.
14. Yummiest pancakes in New York.
15. Times Square was so alive – I felt like I was in a movie. It was surreal.
16. Seeing Kevin Bacon from a couple of metres away at Central Park. I couldn’t imagine that he was close to 50. He looked so slim and perfect with his chiselled features. I think he was being filmed and was surrounded by some crew. When I was ten and as I gazed at the Footloose poster wistfully (I was not allowed to watch teen movies then), I never would have imagined I would see Kevin Bacon in the flesh – it was a couple of metres away but still!
17. Feeling of intense spiritual peace and tranquility at an Ashram in India, especially when I entered the free children’s hospital that was sponsored by the Ashram, where specialists like heart surgeons volunteered their services.
18. The kindest people I have ever met were during my first encounters in rural Australia – especially the hosts at the farm.
19. The best apple I ever tasted, picked right off the tree during a farmstay in Australia. The family even baked us an apple pie to take on the road with us.
20. Train Ride to Basel (most elegant train ride I have ever had since then)
21. The palm reader in Goa who told me I would be in the fashion industry (I seriously doubted that and it didn’t happen – maybe in my old age? there’s still time)
22. People watching in Paris – I loved that the chairs in cafes were turned outwards, facing the road, resembling the seats in a theatre – the theatre of life!
23. Mesmerized by the care taken with packaging in Tokyo. It was pure art.
24. The warm and friendly people of Taiwan who communicated with me through sign language as I could not speak Hokkien.
25. The super fit and cute elderly ladies who helped me up a section at the Great Wall of China as they saw me struggling to walk up the 45 degree incline (how embarrassing for me, but I was touched by their sweetness)
26. Horrified at being served live prawns in Beijing. They were practically jumping off the bowl as we removed the lid and I could not bear to eat any of them.
27. Watching South Park with B for the first time in a acquaintance’s apartment in Melbourne. It was so nice of him to invite us.
28. Watching Ali G for the first time at a friends’ apartment in London. Loved it!
29. Seeing B fall asleep from jetlag in London while the TV showed a documentary on harpsichords with a droning commentary. I think it was more than he could bear.
30. Wanting to lie down on the road in Zurich, curl up and go to sleep – the jetlag hit me late and was so bad.
31. The amazing array of warm breads and crossaints at the Zurich hotel. Wistfully longing to return to Switzerland, because a one day trip there from London left me wanting more.
32. I was 15 and in awe of the beautiful Thai lady boys of Pattaya who looked more elegant and sophisticated than a lot of women. I did not even realize they were male till I was told.
33. Lasting impression of toddlers begging in India. A beautiful dust covered little girl with hair turned light brown from malnutrition, who could not have been more than 2 years old. It was heart breaking, and I wished I could have carried her home and adopted her then and there.
34. The thrill of bold seagulls stealing chips off our plates in Sydney
35. My first museum experience in London – sitting on comfy cushioned benches, mesmerized by the intricate oil paintings. I could have lingered in that museum for hours.
36. My toes sinking into the black volcanic sand in Langkawi. Eating chips in luxury shalet with my infectiously happy and exceedingly generous friend S.
37. Wax, but so lifelike, especially the one of Johnny Depp. Rubbing shoulders with ‘celebrities’ at New York’s Madame Tussaunds.
38. All that glittering gold and opulence at Versailles, almost made the queuing for 2 hours in the dry scorching sun worth it.
39. The spookiness, and pity combined with fear you feel for Marie Antoinette locked in her tiny spartan cell, aware of the brutal fate that awaited her at the guillotine after a life of pure luxury and indulgence.
40. Car rides all over Malaysia with my dad, mum and sis in his orange Fiat with the windows rolled down (no air-conditioning then). I miss him beyond words, and nothing can beat those cheap holidays at S$6 motels, for pure joy. Once a rat ate through our canvas bag at Port Dickson leaving a gaping hole. We stopped by roadside fruit stalls to buy durians and freshly grilled corn. We picked up hitchhiking students on the way to Penang. We loved the coolness of Cameron Highlands were we watched ‘smoke’ come out of our mouths as we spoke. We saw the biggest roses there. We watched the rubber tappers as they collected sap from the rows and rows of rubber trees. Somehow when you’re a child, everything is new and exciting. Oh the patience of my parents who had to listen to our ABBA cassette tape over and over as my sis and I sang at the top of our 4 and 5 year old lungs. When the tape got stuck, my mum, like a hero, rescued it and wound it carefully back as we watched with bated breath. There were so many jokes and so much laughter on those trips. It’s sad that it is not as safe as it was then, to travel by car and take long road trips to Malaysia. Wish I had a time machine and could return to those carefree days with my Papa.
1. Japan (Tokyo & Osaka)
3. China (Beijing)
4. Hong Kong
5. India (South: Madras, Kerala, Bombay, Goa)
7. Indonesia (Medan – Lake Toba, Bali)
8. Thailand (Bangkok, Phuket, Pattaya, Chiangmai)
1. Australia (Perth, Melbourne, Sydney, Adelaide, Gold Coast)
1. France (Paris)
2. England (London)
3. Switzerland (Zurich, Basel)
1. New York
I hope one day I can fulfill my heart’s desire and visit Scandinavia before I turn 60. I don’t know why in particular, Finland appeals to my heart. Must be the Santa Claus lure and the promise of snow. I also long to visit Sweden (land of ABBA and Ikea). There are 195 countries in the world and I hope I get a chance to explore more of this wonderful earth. Just the thought of it boosts my flagging spirit and keeps me going.
The best momentos for me are the photos I take. They help capture and preserve in time, what I saw and how I felt on that day.
You’ve seen a lot of the world in 40 years. I hope your next 40 will be just as full of new sights and sounds and experiences. (And I hope you continue to blog about them — with photos, of course!)
Thanks so much Maria…that’s a really sweet thing to say…I hope so too.
What a wonderful post!!! Enjoyed reading every bit of it, I hope to have half as many experiences as you’ve had when I turn 40. Happy birthday!!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Means a lot to me. Just decided to do a ‘done list’ rather than a to do list so that I feel more fulfilled and not depressed over turning the big 4-0 😉
Wow! Happy happy birthday then young girl. My compliments. I truly enjoyed this rather long post because I felt as if I was travelling with you through your words.
I particularly liked reading about Australia and the loveliness of the people. Sometime smack dab in the middle of nowhere someones kindness can stop you in your tracks. Today it was for me in English class. I had the students write a few sentences about anyone of their choice, a mother, brother, friend or animal. Often, foreign language learners forget to write the S in the third person. So they write,
She like, he go, etc. Well, after they all were corrected and happy with their new lessons, I asked some of the students to read me theirs. Well, after one girl read me her mom’s daily routine, she finished it by saying, ‘In the evening after having a midnight snack, we like to pray and thank God for our blessings’.
I was moved to tears. I didn’t expect it.
Sometimes God works magic right before our eyes. It’s those moments we have to be open to.
You ARE a travel writer.
Julie you are one of those kind people, but I just happened to meet you in the world of the internet instead. Thanks also for calling me young girl 😉 makes me feel like one.
You’re right….sometimes it’s not about the place but the people or the circumstances or the good company during a trip. A joke told among family, a shared experience we look back upon and laugh about. All that makes a beautiful life, and I feel so blessed 🙂
Would love to hear about your amazing Italian life too. I just watched ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ and Italy (Rome and Naples were featured) looks like a magical place…and the food!! Oh my!!
What a fabulous post! Happy birthday! It warms my heart to see that some of your treasured memories are from travelling Australia! I hope that you get to travel more and live your dreams!!
Thank you so much Jazzie. Yes I definitely left my heart in Australia. The people are just the nicest and so genuine. The scenary too the loveliest I have ever seen…abundance of nature is heaven to me coming from urban crammed Singapore. I think the best beaches are in Australia too…..do you hang out at the beach often?
Have a good 40th birthday! Age is just a number, and you are what you feel inside.
Awesome travels and here’s to many more to come!
Thanks Kirsten……hope I get to post about more travels as the years go by 🙂
Happy Birthday, and a toast to many more great years to come!
Thanks for posting all these beautiful moments, and for bringing me back to some of those similar memories I had.
Thank you so much J. Glad we share similar memories and that the post reminded you of your happy moments too.
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Gosh…I am very jealous!! Many people live 100 years and never get to experience the places you have already. I’d say that’s quite an accomplishment for 40! (nice score on #16…they say every person has 6 degrees of separation to Kevin Bacon…you nailed it at #1)
Thank you!! I really need to appreciate what I have more…count my blessings and not dwell on the places I haven’t been, though I sometimes tend to do that.
I adore Kevin Bacon, but since they were filming and I was too shell-shocked i didn’t go up to him and just snapped photos from a distance when someone yelled…”Isn’t that’s Kevin Bacon?”
I know I am so, so very late in reading this but this is an amazing post! It feels like I just read about not just the places you have been to (which is a lot!) but also your personal experiences, which is wonderful and makes this just brilliant. I hope to remember all the small details that make each trip so personal and memorable too.
I would love to read about your travel memories as well. That would be awesome and thanks for taking the time to read my old post. It’s comments like yours that makes blogging extra rewarding for me.
Breathtaking!! I turned 40 last year and I can count on one hand the number of countries I’ve been to (and three of them are in North America… including the one in which I live!) I’m planning on running in the Paris Marathon in France next year. I will be my first step on European soil!
Yay I found you…..so hard to find bloggers of the same age. Most bloggers are young enough to be my kid but I am super impressed by their writing.
If I was in the US I probably wouldn’t travel as much because your country alone is so vast and varied..so much to see and explore. If not for the very very long plane ride there it’s a place I love to go.
Wow the Paris marathon sounds amazing….I must check out your blog stat 🙂
I love to travel. We’re going to Australia for the first time at the end of this year and your descriptions make me wish I was there now. You have a great way of saying things. Keep it up and you’ll get to become a travel writer!
Thank you for boosting my confidence Sharon 🙂 Really appreciate it.
I love this! Love it. I am inspired to sit down and write my 35 for 35. Thank you for reminding me to dust off those memories. So much of my life is babybabybaby, and that’s great, but it’s nice to be reminded of the time I spent seeing the world before I settled into my domestic life.
Happy SITS day!
Love all those memories. There is nothing like traveling and seeing the world. You recount it so beautifully.
Would love to visit Italy when I turn 40. It’s my one place I want to visit……there and Vancouver B.C.
I am a travel agent and have the urge to go in my veins. 🙂 Lovely post!
It must be so exciting to be a travel agent. I must check out your blog Angelia 🙂 Thank you for the kind comments.
That was sooo fun to read and to get to know you…What a wonderful post and now that you are what, 6 months into 40 it’s not so bad is it? 😉
yeah somehow after that milestone…I feel young again 🙂 It’s weird but true.
That was a fun read! What a lot of wonderful memories :). I agree that photographs are the best souvenirs… Along with my travel journals, they help me remember many details I might have otherwise forgotten. Happy to have found your blog!
Thanks Kate…happy to have found you too 🙂 In a fire or something the first thing I would grab is the photo album. I just realized so much is on the computer though.