So the story goes on and it still tells my most memorable moment in between.…
…I don’t know where I’m going
But i know where I’ve been…
– Bon Jovi, Lost Highway –
Land border passed; Cambodia (Siem Reap – Poipet) – Thailand (Aranya Prathet – Bangkok)
When we hadn’t fully recovered from muscles strain, we had to move at the day after. We were moved from Siem Reap to Bangkok with a lot of troubles, pain, awe, and also stories which was included laughter.
One story was captured like this. My smiling face for having fast food when that wasn’t my type while travelling, I should go for local food, but that time an exception after getting sick of the same menu in couple days, we gave up and went for fast food. It was unusual for us who never had any problem with any kind of food before.
For all the good and bad things that we had passed while staying at Bangkok, there was one moment that I really enjoyed. I called it the moment of moments; spending time lazily at riverside while enjoying the sunset as a background of Wat Arun.
Wat Arun with a little bit final touch
Land border passed; Thailand (Bangkok – Surat Thani – Hat Yai) – Malaysia (Georgetown – KL)
With so many stories created in Siem Reap and Bangkok, finally we run out of holiday time; time to pack, time to go back to the place where we used to be.
This land border crossing was the hardest part for me. You know, when you already knew you were scammed but couldn’t do anything because you had no choice. It hurt my pride and my self esteem. It really was. But what should we do? We just surrendered, passed the border, reached the next destination, in anger. Fortunately, in our last minivan to Georgetown there was an Italian gentleman who kindly and briefly explained to us about Georgetown, and his hospitality made the anger slowly disappeared, oh yeah and he also laughed at my maps and papers for the trip. I wouldn’t mind his laughing.
We spent about 4 hours in Georgetown before heading back to Kuala Lumpur, and then Balikpapan. With that little time, I forcedly managed to walk around small circle of Georgetown. I was fuzzily and happily searching for the Georgetown’s Street Art which is welded in corner of street around Georgetown.
And while I was happily playing hide and seek with the Street Art, I forgot that my sister had reached her limit for all the muscles sore all over her thigh and leg.
I took this picture when I was over with all the excitement, while she kindly following me wherever I felt like to move. I was really bad to her, I realized that.
When I put my head on my lonely pillow in my messy room, I thought about thanking her. Thank her for coping with my temper, with my ambition toward travel, with my bad behaviour, and so many bad things I did, for pushing her to much, and above all, I think without her I might have been going wild during this trip.
Special note for my sister; I really loved when you repeatedly asked me the date each time we crossed the long road between border because you were worried that we might be getting a year older each time we passed it…just because it was a long road, very long road, but you tried to make it easy by jokingly asking such a question.
And that how my brain works, the memory part of my brain, maybe it was so much different from yours, but mine was like that, and i’m okay with it. How about you who have walked my walked?