Sydney is the most populous city in Australia and Oceania of about five million Sydneysiders. It remains one of the richest areas in Australia in terms of Aboriginal archaeological sites – no wonder, since indigenous Australians have inhabited the Sydney area for at least 30,000 years. Their spirit is tangible everywhere and it would be silly to try to deny that.
When you travel the world you usually have a reason for that. Some travellers claim they travel without a cause, simply because there is nothing else they would want to do or because they know not what else to do. Some travel for the thrill of the unknown. For some travel is a form of an escape. Some travel because they want things in their life to change.
When you travel, you tend to post cool pics and videos on Facebook and Instagram and your friends might get the impression that travelling is just a lot of fun. It can be – at times. The truth is, though, there are moments when you feel vulnerable, broken, hopeless and homesick. They mostly arrive when you get some health issue or when you feel that certain country simply does not comply with your energy or expectations.
When I came to Thailand, I had no idea what it means to live in a monsoon time (that your clothes and glass case and nuts can go mouldy in a few days cause of the moist), what is 7-Eleven, Swensons, Family Mart, Tao Kae Noi, or Pad Thai and who was Bhumibol Adulyadej.