As you may know, I spent two years in London. You might think that for a frenchy, living on Queen Elizabeth’s island would have depressed my sensitives taste buds. And you would be wrong, oh so wrong my dear reader! London offered me the chance to discover cuisine from everywhere in the world.
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Before I stepped a foot in the wonderful experience that working on a “travel blog” is, I had romantic and fantastic ideas about how I will regulary post articles including photos and how working on the project of the wanderlust queens will not influence my trip really…
It took me twenty minutes to guess that Vento was from Mongolia. If I’ve learned something during my trip is that you always can be surprised by the nationality of people. An accent or the color of the skin, the shape of the face or the way people dress themself up doesn’t mean anything and most of the time travelers have influences from everywhere.
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Marion told me that the sunset had to be viewed at the sky bar, on the rooftop of the King Hotel. While I stayed there, drinking my passion fruit soda, I had this incredible feeling of gratefulness… Who turned quickly into deep sadness.
No need to say that everybody felt sick the next day and that we all went to bed early. It was my last day in Pai so I made sure to say good bye to all the places I’ve been, before chilling in a hammock at the Jazz bar and on a couch in the easy garden with the boys.
There is this idealistic and glamorous image of the hippie on the road: free, wild, fresh.
You probably have seen these cute trendy pictures of these amazing young and beautiful girls, long hair, perfect boho outfit, enjoying the sun in an amazing place, with this quote about how easy and brilliant travelling is on the top. I know you did because they are everywhere on pinterest, facebook, instagram, tweeter and I don’t know where the hell else on the internets. I have to admit that they made me dream and I’ve been thinking about myself in the picture instead of the lady, on each of them… When you plan a trip, you want to look as cool, as rad and fit as the girl on the picture, innit?
I’ll be gone.
Hop! In a plane direction Dubai.
I’ve been preparing for this trip for few months and I have to admit, I think about it all the time. While brushing my teeth I dream about the bad beds I will sleep in. On my way to work, I’m cycling between two buses but my spirit is transported in Angkor Wat and I imagine myself discovering the temples on a rusty bike. My friends, while we were sitting on the grass to catch the pale English sun on a quiet Sunday afternoon, I was already feeling the Thai sand between my toes, the taste of a fresh coconut on my tongue, gently lulled by the song of the waves…
I wish I could say that I’m one of those people who wake up one day in their office, bored of their life and suddenly take a ticket to nowhere. But I’m not. I just caught the bug of travelling a long time ago I guess and even if my job, my house and my friends are awesome here in London, I can’t wait to hit the road with my loyal backpack.
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