December 13th, 2011
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A weary traveler….

Thank you for all the kind words!!

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December 12th, 2011
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I’ve been a little quiet on the home front lately, mostly because, ummm, let’s just say I’m officially going through my 1/4 life crisis. Tears are constantly sitting behind my eyes, and all I pretty much want to do is go home. I’ve officially banned myself from The Facebook, it’s just too hard to see my home crew’s lives in status and/or photo form.  Should we file that under #firstworldproblems? Because yes, I am aware of what I am saying.

Naomi headed back to Boston yesterday, which is probably a huge motivator for my mood today. It was so (so!) great having her here, and now suddenly, so (so!) sad having her gone. I also didn’t get the volunteer position (working with dogs in Bangkok) I was really hoping for. Very sad.  I suppose I just feel really lost. It’s the first time on my trip I don’t know what to do with myself.  Or where I want to go. And. I know a total of zero people on the island I’m on, so yea… it gets really lonely during the days.

My money is also lower than I thought it would be at this point, and I am in constant state of fighting myself not to eat. Seriously, food is not my friend, food is not my friend. Maybe if I say it enough, I’ll actually believe it. I blame my perpetual state of ‘hunger’ on being with no other human-beings for two days (I am a serious people-person). Usually when you stay in hostels, there are other people in your ‘dorm,’ with you, but for three nights I “splurged” (US$27/night) and got my own room. I needed my own room. To cry. To skype. To make life decisions. To sleep in. Not feel judged. Really, just to be. But now I’m alone, with no one to talk to, except you, Little Blog. That’s all.

I’m finding myself questioning everything lately. And quite frankly, it’s really annoying. I’m second guessing everything I think. Everything I do. All the things I’ve planned for the next few months. What if. Deadly words. I’ve become unable to ever make a decision. Out of fear it’s simply the wrong choice.

My mom emailed me today, “I think you are on the road to sorting things out. You just have to pick a direction and go with it.” Her email helped. I hope she’s right.  I realize I’m getting life experiences while traveling and a lot of people would love to do what I’m doing (and you should btw, as I wouldn’t exchange it for anything), but as much as I’ve been ‘living the life’ (so to speak) the last few months, I keep seeing people back home accomplishing things. Engagements. Promotions. Marathons. Babies. Advancing their lives, and, well, I find myself getting jealous. Ridiculous, right? I don’t know. Maybe I’m just craving accomplishment (damn how I wanted that volunteer job).

But.

Christmas is coming! and with it, fabulous things. At least, I hope. And then of course there is New Years Eve, which means new beginnings. A new slate. A new wonderful and fresh year. It’s true, I did indeed fail at all three of my NYE resolutions, but as always, 2012 will be another year to try. To try. I’m in a perpetual state of trying in my life. Never actually accomplishing. Just try-try-try trying. I’m actually so aware of this, it  hurts. But 2012, here’s to hope

It’s late here. I should sleep. I always write stupid life stuff when I’m tired. Exhibit? The above. Really sorry about that, btw. Tomorrow I’ll try upload some photos of Happy-Liz, we shall see.

Good night Little World,

Love A Wondering, Tired Soul

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December 10th, 2011
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So this one time, in Thailand, I drank buckets. On a beach. With 40,000 other people. Somehow they were all really tanned. And happy. Although, come to think of it, that was probably because of the buckets.  (Correlation spotted, thankyouverymuch) Oh the cheap, cheap buckets, how could I resist? There were also fire shows. Everywhere. Including a jump rope that was a lit. I did not participate in that. Obviously. (Stupid people who did).

Oh, and I learned some things last night. Valuable, valuable things. Such as you should always (a.l.w.a.y.s.) have a meeting spot. Always, children, always.  Y’know, justincase you get lost. I learnt I can only drink a maximum of 2 buckets a night. And those buckets, with a mickey in them each, must (must Liz, must) be spaced out over at least 8 hours. Why? Because I am not 22 anymore. Sad. And I agree, how rude of my body to falter. I also learnt I get what I want. I know, I know. Whoa. Confidence or arrogance? That’s one secret I’ll never tell.

So this full moon party I speak of. There’s not much else to say about it. It’s just that, a party, when the moon is full in the sky. It usually lasts a week, the final night (tonight!) being the night of the actual full moon. Let’s hope the Vampires don’t come out to play. Except Damin (VD anyone?). He’s allowed. Always and forever.

I’ll report back in the morning. Stomach permitting, of course. After night four of my Thailand full moon extravaganza draws to an end.

So until then, my lovelies, enjoy your Saturdays, I know I will.

You can click on the photos to view them larger, if your heart desires :)

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December 9th, 2011
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Thailand, we’re comin’ for ya…

Thailand’s infamous (and cheap: 100baht = US$3) buckets!!

Happy Friday Night!

Love 22-Year-Old-Liz

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December 9th, 2011
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The Beach. From the Movie.

You decide to travel, so you do. You choose your countries, your cities, the places you want to go, the things you want to see. You want an adventure. An escape from your real life. You want to see the world! Be part of something.

And so you book it. Say your goodbyes. And leave. You walk through the airport gates. Go through the security check. And board your plane.

Then you anticipate. And wait… And move through the system. Whether you like it, or not. One country at a time. One day at a time. Trying to be unique, but doing the exact same thing all previous travelers have done. And all future travelers will do. It’s easy to say break away from the worn path, but easier said than done. You’re a fish out of water. You don’t know anything. Neither does anybody else. And so word gets around about the best places to go. The best things to see. And of course, just like everybody else, you want to go.

And then suddenly you’re standing on a beach, nearly unable to see the actual beach. Why? Due to the boats and people, of course. Because of all the tourists. All the other tourists. The other tourists just like you. So you can’t be mad. Or annoyed. Even though you want to be. You are just like them. No different. You planned your trip. As they planned theirs.

And so the tourists eventually take over. Money will win over the environment in these countries. Every time. And that beautiful spot you wanted to see? It’s gone. Killed. By people, the people just like you. So there you stand, looking out at the sea, with boats, and engines, and people everywhere you look…

My friends, it was so, so sad. The below are pics from “The Beach.”

This post isn’t about the beauty of Thailand’s beaches. Although, they must have once been stunning. In fact, this post is to say to those who want to come, not to. Or at least, to warn you. They’re so over run. They’re not pleasant at all. Line ups. And waiting. And being shuffled through the crowd. It’s so sad, but true.

I’ve seen a lot of things on my trip so far. And the only consistent thing, found in each, and every place, is how tourism is ruining the beauty of the world.  And sadly yes, this includes my Everest Base Camp hike. There’s not much else to say. Really, it’s just my observation. Something I’ve just noticed that’s making me sad, and something that was really (really!) apparent when I went to that infamous beach, I was so looking forward to.

Here a few photos strategically taken to avoid the crowds…

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December 8th, 2011
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The definition of cool. Full Moon party, Thailand!!

The definition of cool. Full Moon party, Thailand!!

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December 6th, 2011
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Just me and my backpack, y’know, on the move yet again…

5 hour bus ride today. Then 2.5 hour boat ride. Fun times this Wednesday morning. Fun times…

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December 5th, 2011
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Back up north getting my drink on (deer-in-head-lights style) in Phuket, Thailand.

Quite the contrast to this weekend last year, when I ran the Las Vegas marathon. Speaking of which…. congrats to all you (sexy) running machines who ran the half or full yesterday, I’m quite jealous, I must say, and will drink the above drink in your honour! :)

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November 23rd, 2011
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~ Random Photo of the day. Kids playing in Thailand ~

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November 14th, 2011
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losing faith in humanity folks. seriously. sex sex sex. that’s what the world revolves around. well. at least bangkok does. the old men. the young girls. the really old men with the really young girls. it was so gross. they’re everywhere here. paid for. all of it. the touching. the flirting. the laughing. i had heard bangkok was bad for this, but am still stunned at how it’s at every cafe, every bar, every market. old, dirty men. with young, young girls.

ew. 

then. because i’m stupid, i went to a sex show. when in rome, right? eight girls on stage. eight naked bodies. truth: i’ve been to many-a strip clubs in my time. including shows in amsterdam and paris. but this one? in bangkok? the worst. the dirtyness of it all. the tricks. the rainbow. the smoking. the writing. the bananas. and the ping pongs. oh the ping pongs. i had to send god a little pray not to get hit by one. 

and then i was done. i wanted out. so did my friends. so we got up to leave… but they wanted money from us. lots of money. despite being told it was only 400 baht ($3.20) each. they now wanted equivalent of 142 US each. no. then suddenly the strippers were surrounding the four of us. yelling at us in thai. and pushing us. i got pretty scared. but we stood our ground. then they started calling other people. their men. they were angry. so angry. and let’s just say the strippers, umm, weren’t exactly small girls…

but then my friend pete, who is a cop in australia and 6’4 was the hero of the night. he pushed through the girls, i followed, and we ran. fast. down the stairs. through the market. and into a cab. my heart pounding. i was too scared to look behind us incase the strippers were following. 

bed now (finally - long day). early flight tomorrow to the thailand jungle. 

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Welcome! I'm Liz, the girl relieved the Internet has 0 calories. South African by birth; Canadian on paper. A marathoner. CrossFitter. Paleo (somewhat) eater. Traveler. Cheese lover. And I think you're great!