After five years working in London, I decided it was time to move back to Los Angeles, but not before taking a year off to see the world. I gave up my great job with Lehman Brothers in Administration and a fantastic flat (and roommate) I’d lived in for over three years, packed up all my belongings into some 60 cubic feet of boxes and said farewell to the wonderful friends I made in London. Before setting off for Asia, I spent seven weeks in the States including a weekend getaway in Chicago with my best friends from high school, corrective eye surgery in Philadelphia, Aud and Rob’s wedding in Bermuda, 13 days in Israel on Birthright (with a side trip to Petra) and time in quiet Oak Park with my parents and sister. Then, on July 18, 2010 at 1am, with only 13 kilograms in my 50L backpack and a small shoulder bag, I boarded a flight to Singapore. The goal of my adventure is not one of self-discovery or mending a broken heart but a journey of true desire to explore the world, experience new cultures, taste various cuisines, explore beautiful wildernesses, meet local people, and maybe learn some Spanish along the way. What lies below are my stories (or more of a daily recount of events) from the road.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

A world away

Monday, September 13, 2010
  • Wake up at 5am to get ready for our 8:15am flight from Kunming to Shangri La; say farewell to Charles
  • First flight which arrives relatively on time and La Moo picked us up
  • Podatzo National Park – the first National Park in China, raining slightly as we walked around Bitahai Lake; La Moo picked some wild raspberries (so good!) for us to try; she insisted that a chipmunk was a squirrel.  We also learned that the trees were 2,000 years old (yeah right)
  • Hopped on the bus to a viewpoint then to the dining area for lunch; better than expected, hot pot with yak, potato and tomato, green vegetables
  • Got on the bus to Shudu lake, and were going to walk because the sun came out, but they said there wouldn’t be any more buses, even though it was only 1:30; on the bus, dad got stuck in between two Chinese men and one was coughing all over the place, the two next to me smelled like an ash tray so I had my scarf over the face
  • Drove to a “local” Tibetan village where we went into a house (seemed spruced up for tourists)
  • Songzanlin Temple, the biggest Tibetan Buddhist temple in Yunnan, where you must walk clockwise around the building; they even had a seat for the Dali Lama and pictures too
  • Went to the hotel where we had to exchange or shoes (left outside all night) for slippers before we were served ginger tea and disgusting flavored candy
  • I didn’t want to venture into the town (we were outside of Shangri La in a village close to the temple) since it really didn’t seem like the place for food, so we had a fabulous dinner at the hotel (with an excellent Tibetan chef) – hot pot with yak balls and spare ribs, yak butter tea (I liked, dad didn’t), Tibetan style chicken with saffron (really good and not randomly chopped up), mushrooms with peppers (was supposed to be with ham), no dessert

A busy day but no funny stories. We just wish it wasn’t raining so much.

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