I would like to start by saying to everyone: I'm doing okay! I'm not depressed or anything, just turning my cosmic sight inwards, like hơw Captain Marvel (not the Shazam! one) did some decades ago.
I did not discover that I had cancer like he did, however.
If you look back at how this blog started, it used to be personnal as fuck. I kind of stepped away fron that for a while, because sometimes I met people at parties who would go "I love your stuff! I read everything!" And of course I appreciate the dedication, but I felt too much like an open book, and so I put up the natural force field of protection and write more about my travels around the world, and not those of the mind, of the heart.
So yeah, that last post was a little outburst of bottled-up thoughts let loose. But I'm fine, really.
The follow-up was a plethora of messages from friends, some of which opened the door to very meaningful conversations, for which I am very grateful.
On to other things.
I am sitting at a little wooden table in a restaurant in Hue, Vietnam, the ancient capital of the country, housing the "Purple Forbidden City".
I came down here to give some love to my girl, Lucy, my motorbike. She's been waiting patiently for over a month.
I am in a period of transition, for in about 3 weeks I will stop being a backpacker and turn into a sedentary foreigner.
A student, of all things.
My backpack is filled to capacity, since my needs have changed. It's too cold for my light trekking shoes, shorts and tank-tops. I had to obtain new shoes, jeans and shirts, even a light jacket.
My mindset is adapting as well. I spent 4 days in Hanoi and haven't visited a single attraction. My time was spent shopping for clothes and a cellphone.
The rest of the time I would simply read a book in a small café or wander aimlessly, sort of like what I do back home during my free time.
One night I was approached by 2 university teachers looking to practice their english. They invited me for some street food and even drove me to a cellphone store. Mighty generous of them.
The next day a Vietnamese lady who studied in Holland more than 15 years ago offered to buy me a coffee so we could talk and she could refresh her language skills.
It's been quite interesting, going for food with strangers but this time, my companions are not other travelers. I have actually grown quite anti-social towards them, to my own surprise.
I also want to mention that for good times' sake I rarely mention anything negative about my travels, painting a very Disney-esque picture of the whole thing.
I will shed some light on the whole affaire soon, like Dick Tracy exploring under the cover of darkness a clandestine warehouse down on the waterfront.
But not right now, the last post was heavy enough.
It's Christmas very soon. I hope everybody is doing well.
Hugs and ball-punching,
Ho ho ho