Arrived in Sydney after about a week in Hong Kong. Incredible. Off to Tahiti tomorrow for a week of surf, then cruising with the family around the islands the next week for my dad's birthday.
Yes, this is the ridiculous sounding part of the trip, just in case the previous months haven't been crazy enough.
Just wanted to say hi...I'm alive. I'll write sometime, I think.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
The constant change
Oh man...
I'm in Mumbai now. Things are fine. I was supposed to leave on Friday for a 24 hour layover in Bangkok before getting to Hong Kong for the week.
Considering there were thousands of people in my way (or one now ex-PM, depending on how you see the situation), Bangkok was no longer an option, and Thai Air had canceled my flight.
So, after arriving in Mumbai last night, I had to find a decent place to sleep, find some food, and get some rest, moving slowly and deliberately through the thick Mumbai air. A massive difference from the thin, crisp and clean air of the Himalayan north.
Today I had to figure it all out. Find a flight back to the US (now booked) and deal with how I'd deal with Thailand.
Sounds all too much like the troubles and travails of an all-too-lucky kid, ridiculously fortunate to even be able to have these problems. I know that. Still, I feel perfectly comfortable saying it's been a little frustrating.
It's the beauty of India. I love it here. I will miss it when I leave this Friday morning. Two great months of my life will be finished, wrapped up as I fly over the celebratory protestors of Bangkok on my non-stop flight to Hong Kong.
I've been off the radar for quite some time now. It's actually been really wonderful. And while I've posted some pictures, the lack of prose presents a great opportunity for me to sit down with you and share some of my experiences, including those which I wouldn't have written about anyway.
I'm flying back January 18th into NYC, then back in LA for a few weeks, then finally moving to NYC on February 6. Pretty pretty pretty soon. A friend asked me last night if I was sad about coming back. I replied that I'm not. First of all, it's still pretty far off, so some of this talk is quite premature. But, I know that the time I've spent out here has made a real and signficant impact on me in every conceivable way. I'm actually pretty excited to return. When I do, I will head into things with quite a different perspective. Had I left school and headed straight to work, I know I would have been highly susceptible to the myopia of "your job is your life." Now, and hopefully into the indeterminate future, I will experience life in a different way, having built up enough sense of self to resist the pressures of that mentality. That mentality which, it is sad to say, is all too pervasive, exaggerated in a place like Manhattan.
I don't know where to begin with recounting of my experiences. So, for the moment, I'll put it off. I've been doing a lot of that lately. But I'm perfectly fine with it. I hope you are. Let's just see it as an opportunity for us to sit down and spend some time.
I'm in Mumbai now. Things are fine. I was supposed to leave on Friday for a 24 hour layover in Bangkok before getting to Hong Kong for the week.
Considering there were thousands of people in my way (or one now ex-PM, depending on how you see the situation), Bangkok was no longer an option, and Thai Air had canceled my flight.
So, after arriving in Mumbai last night, I had to find a decent place to sleep, find some food, and get some rest, moving slowly and deliberately through the thick Mumbai air. A massive difference from the thin, crisp and clean air of the Himalayan north.
Today I had to figure it all out. Find a flight back to the US (now booked) and deal with how I'd deal with Thailand.
Sounds all too much like the troubles and travails of an all-too-lucky kid, ridiculously fortunate to even be able to have these problems. I know that. Still, I feel perfectly comfortable saying it's been a little frustrating.
It's the beauty of India. I love it here. I will miss it when I leave this Friday morning. Two great months of my life will be finished, wrapped up as I fly over the celebratory protestors of Bangkok on my non-stop flight to Hong Kong.
I've been off the radar for quite some time now. It's actually been really wonderful. And while I've posted some pictures, the lack of prose presents a great opportunity for me to sit down with you and share some of my experiences, including those which I wouldn't have written about anyway.
I'm flying back January 18th into NYC, then back in LA for a few weeks, then finally moving to NYC on February 6. Pretty pretty pretty soon. A friend asked me last night if I was sad about coming back. I replied that I'm not. First of all, it's still pretty far off, so some of this talk is quite premature. But, I know that the time I've spent out here has made a real and signficant impact on me in every conceivable way. I'm actually pretty excited to return. When I do, I will head into things with quite a different perspective. Had I left school and headed straight to work, I know I would have been highly susceptible to the myopia of "your job is your life." Now, and hopefully into the indeterminate future, I will experience life in a different way, having built up enough sense of self to resist the pressures of that mentality. That mentality which, it is sad to say, is all too pervasive, exaggerated in a place like Manhattan.
I don't know where to begin with recounting of my experiences. So, for the moment, I'll put it off. I've been doing a lot of that lately. But I'm perfectly fine with it. I hope you are. Let's just see it as an opportunity for us to sit down and spend some time.
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