Wednesday, November 21, 2007

itchy itchy feet

I'm hit by it again.

Wanderlust.

Out of nowhere I just felt like taking off, going somewhere, leaving everything behind.

Okay, I'm Indonesian but I've never even been to Borobudur. Tangkuban Perahu. BALI! That's just wrong.

I've never been to Korea (South, not really fancying North much). Never been to Japan! Never been to the further bits of Malaysia. Myanmar (although probably not now). Vietnam.

Australia, apart from Sydney and Melbourne. I want to see the Gold Coast! I want to see kangaroos.

Russia, Eastern Europe. Beautiful and icy. People with grey beards and big noses, that's what I always thought of Russians. Heh.

Africa and the heat, though going there will probably depress me if I see the wrong things.

Shanghai? I want to see this metropolitan city for myself, what China's grown to be.

Ireland, Scotland and fried Mars bars.

Morocco and Leila... can't believe I actually skipped on witnessing a wedding. And for what, really? What is more important than culture, than a once-in-a-lifetime experience?

New York. I've never been.

The England countryside with bed & breakfasts.

Greece.

I need to find a job that'll take me to these places! Other than being an air stewardess. I've never been good at balancing.