The night I realised the rest of my life was best spent in a karaoke bar singing Stacy’s Mom 🎤 #PopStar
*Side Note* - for anybody who wants to see the best performance of all time (🙄) - check the end of the ‘Cape Town’ story highlight on my profile...💃🏼⚡️ You’re welcome.
Two disasters happened in the space of 24 hours, I need advice from some tech heads!!🤭😭🙈.
It was all over my stories, my GoPro first fell out of my bag while skiing (turns out my bag had a hole in it lol) and was never to be seen again😭.
Then my hard drive with EVERY PHOTO from this entire trip (drone pics, go pro pics, YouTube vids) has crashed💥...
It wasn’t backed up because I was transitioning between computer cloud back ups, so had to delete the old @backblaze back up before I could do an new one. OF COURSE my hard drive crashed in that small window💥...
I can only get it recovered for free (data recovery is like $600 or more!!) in Australia, because that’s where I bought it 🙈. It’s going to be a looong wait until I’ll know if it’s saved or not🤦🏼♀️.
Do you know if it’s worse for my hard drive to wait to get it recovered? I won’t be plugging it in or anything, but is it risky to let it sit there?? Any tech heads please halp! 🤖 .
Feb 4, 2019 I went to Bega Falls and met this cute stranger who became my friend for a while. He is from Butuan City who came there with his friends. We talked. We tell stories and we took each other photo. But one thing I forgot, to get his name. Huhuhu. Now, Im struggling to find him tru social media and im starting to give up to find him. 😔 Maybe were only meant to meet once.
Also, Im trying to contact Bega Falls registration area to get all the names logged to their logbook on that date, still no replies. 😢
Of a peacock born in India and a crane born in Tibet who meet in Bhutan...(or atleast that's what I assume this song is about)
Long post alert!
Travel can change a person intrinsically. One becomes more receptive of ideas different from ones own, one becomes more open, less judgmental. One also realises that the world is not as bad as one assumed it to be. Helping hands will always be extended when you need them.
I entered Bhutan warily after what was probably the worst experience I have had in all these years as a solo female traveller. It was at Jaigaon, a town on the Indian side of the Bhutan border. For a moment I thought of cutting short my NorthEast trip and heading back home, but ultimately decided that I couldn't let one incident of me trusting the wrong person dictate my path. As Maan Bahadur my taxi driver from Paro to Thimpu says "even salt can look like sugar" or as Shankar, an engineer in Phobjika - a rural valley in Bhutan says "even the white symbol of peace has a small black dot". Sometimes we make errors, But that shouldn't stop us from trusting ppl altogether, else it would deprive one of beautiful experiences. The two days I spent with my host Kunzang and his friends at Phobjika was that for me.
Hudling next to the Bhukari (A traditional fireplace/heater/stove - all in one) in the dark night(the area gets limited electricity) at Sonam's small convenience store cum home cum local bar, singing Bhutanese and Bollywood songs to her husband's (aka coach) wildly enthusiastic renditions of hindi songs( They knew the lyrics to all songs better than me) and to a roomful of ppl (who had dropped in later to celebrate coach's birthday) serenading me with 'Kabhi alvida na kehena' as I bid them goodbye would remain one of my most memorable moments of my trip. I felt overwhelmed and privileged to have met such generous people, who didn't have much, But opened the doors to their homes to a stranger and shared their food and drink without expecting a penny in return.
And yes, finally even I could agree that Bhutan's GDP was indeed measured by the happiness of it people!
P.S - if anyone knows the name of the song sonam's singing here the do lemme know.
This week I will try to post some photos featuring details. Here’s the first one.
This Chinese Buddhist temple looking structure is in fact a mosque. The Dungans - Chinese Muslims - built it in 1910. The Dungans fled political unrests and civil wars in China in the 1800s, and some arrived in Karakol, around 150km from the Kyrgyz-China border. With their arrival came multiculturalism and injection of Chinese tradition and architectural elements. The whole structure was built entirely of interlocking pieces, just like Buddhist temples. Zero nails used. The mosque is held up by 42 main pillars, topped by a three-tiered wooden frame. -
It survived the Soviet invasion, when 8 other mosques were destroyed in the city. It is now the only example of Chinese architecture in town. Green is also the colour of Islam, giving this structure quite a unique and different flair to the red of Buddhist temples.
This day started really early (1 am) with two good hikes and i didn't sleep yet.
But i had a major humbleness lesson, since i was tired i got to Nuwara Elyia and just walk fast to reach my hostel, a guy was shouting "Hello, where you going?" and i just waved and ignored (thinking it's was a tuk tuk driver) but actually after he said " hey i don't want your money, you can speak with people you know?" He ended up helping me a lot with all the informations i needed to take a bus, eat, etc...
So for me and whoever wants to take it is a big lesson, no matter how tired/stressed you are ALWAYS be nice to people, 1000 people can act the same way but if that 1001 acts different, that one deserves to be well treated.
Ps: sorry for my bad french