My Memoir: Northern Laos

So. It is about time to continue where we left in My Memoir. I had a little bit of a ‘time off’ here for about a year. My aim now is to actually make My Memoir look like how my travels were, from this day. As many of you already know, I did travel quite a lot in the past few years. And I really want it all to be documented, in some specific place. So here I am. Again. 😀 This time, I’ll do it.

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After Northern Thailand we headed off to Laos. Some travelers choose the slow boat that goes down Mekong River and takes couple of days, but we decided to go for the bus. First of all, a mistake, second of all, don’t do it. Haha. Just go for the boat and enjoy the beautiful, peaceful views of Mekong surroundings.

Our wee bus drive was not a safe way to travel, at all. We were all horrified at one point. First it was fun and exotic. There were some cute local little kids running outside, next to our bus, waving at us. I also have a dim recollection of seeing someone naked running around… There were also cows on the roads, obviously, as everywhere in Asia there is. It was a night bus so as the sun went down it got dark pretty soon. The headlights of the bus would light up the surroundings and we could see the passing bamboo cottage villages, the conditions where the local tribes live. We would drive the mountain side, a narrow road which had pretty damn deep turns. At one point a cow jumped on to the road from like a bush or something, just out of nowhere. The bus had to put the breaks down and everyone woke up (or at least the lucky ones who were asleep) and started screaming as the bus felt like it was only on one side’s wheels. A bit before that we saw a truck in the bush (half of it on the road, half of it in the bush) and at least three times all together during the journey we witnessed some road accident. Thankfully it wasn’t us there.

But we survived.

And here’s what we experienced in Laos.

Laos has so much to offer for a backpacker. You can rent a motorcycle and drive around the country, you can stay at hostels or even with the locals! It’s such a beautiful country. Up north there is lots of mountains and little villages, down south it’s more flat. Our way went to Luang Prabang, then to Vang Vieng, quickly through Vientiane and finally to 4000-islands all the way down south, close to the border with Cambodia.

The bus journeys were awfully long (even though the distances don’t seem that long in the map), and I suggest you to take it in consideration when planning your trip! I met two guys who went only to Laos (from Canada) just for a little holiday of less than two weeks, and they wanted to explore the whole country by that. It’s not gonna happen, not if you want to chill at the same time – Laos, and Asia in general, is the best place to chill. So take it easy and do yourself a favor; plan your trip so that you’ll have time to get to know the culture as well, and not just the bus stops.

Bus tickets are easy to buy, either from the bus stations or even some hostels. Buses are quite well equipped, you might even have “a bed” there if it’s a night bus. If you need to pee, you might have a toilet break somewhere in the middle of the road, just go outside and do your things on the side of the road. Often though you don’t have to do that, because everywhere in Southeast Asia there’s a pretty good filling/service station-system, where you can buy food and you’ll have decent toilets and a decent break. Especially if you’ve got a long bus journey ahead.

If I can recommend you something in Laos, I would recommend you to go to Luang Prabang and eat the most-delicious-baguettes EVER and take a trip to the beautiful waterfalls close-by! Also Vang Vieng is a stunning place, even though the local life is unfortunately been ruined by drunk tourists. The place is now much better than it used to be in the last century, when the drugs arrived in Vang Vieng. But if you like tubing or for example rock climbing, it’s the ultimate place to do that.

Kop chai lai lai!

(Thank you, a lot!)

Remember to memorize some of their sayings, like thank you, and you’ll get better service and lots of smiles back. 🙂 🙂 🙂

Here’s the map and some magical photos of magical places in Laos!

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About 4000-islands (southern Laos) I will make a whole another blog post, because I have so many photos of it. 😀

Kop chai lai lai!

Bye bye, and see you later (alligator)!

P.S. If you’d like to see more of my photos, from any of my trips in Southeast Asia, you can find them from our Facebook page “Mymmelit Matkassa”.  🙂

❤ Jena

 

 

Welcome to Niceland

Iceland. Oh Iceland, what did you do…

Before traveling to (N)Iceland, I wrote a blog post about “the land of ice, geyshirs and Vikings”. This is what I wrote:

“What on Earth am I going to do in Iceland?! I bought tickets very spontaneously. So basically I have no idea what to do or where to go. But then again, it’s Iceland. I can probably go anywhere and still feel amazed by the breathtaking scenery of one of the world’s most beautiful islands. I know it’s winter and relatively cold but I just won’t let the weather stop me. So Iceland! It’s going to be marvelous! I really want to go into the wild and so I’ll try my best to get to the rough nature of Iceland. Only the sky is limit when it comes to my travels…”

And so it was.

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Here’s how it all started.

I was on a plane (EasyJet, sooo cheap from Edinburgh to Reykjavik!) (okay.., enough of commercializing. That’s not what my blog’s about.) with my “little” 20 liter backpack in my legroom. Couldn’t really sit with my feet straight / in a comfortable position, but oh well, I survived. My focus was not on my feet but the good company I had. There was this old couple sitting next to me, somewhere maybe at their 70ies. They had a wee Scottish accent and they were sooo cute! Loving life etc. Mainly they were wondering how a girl at my age had the guts first to live abroad alone and then to travel all alone to Iceland. But they knew what I meant when I told them that this is the life I want to live, this is what I’ve born to do. He told me he loves traveling, too. He used to feel the same as I do now, that the world is open and you just want to travel everywhere and explore as much as you can! He told me he used to work as a sailor on a big ship for many, many years. So basically, his job was to travel all around the world. He used to sail from Edinburgh to Cape Town, from South Africa to Hong Kong and all the way from China to Sydney and so on, just to mention few of them. He had been to every continent, even Antarctica. He had literally been everywhere and he had seen so much. You could see it from his eyes when I asked him questions about his travels, his eyes just… It was amazing. Like he traveled in time, back to the past. He had such a depth in his eyes, he had a sparkle in his eyes. You could see he had lived a lot and seen even more.

So I enjoyed that plane flight very much. No matter how uncomfortable my feet’s position was.

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Oh, human connections. People, you rock!

So, after arriving to beautiful Iceland (later on known as Niceland because everything and everyone there are just simply so nice) I, somehow, managed to get a bus to Reykjavik and – I SWEAR, not intentionally – got a free bus ride from Reykjavik to my hostel, even though I hadn’t booked nor paid it beforehand. The driver didn’t really care because they were in hurry and it was a hectic situation so I got the ride for free. And! He took me to my hostel which wasn’t even on their drop off-list. 😀 Hehehe. Worth of trying!

The hostel was really nice and I would recommend to everyone. It’s called Hlemmur Square hostel and they have both, a luxury hotel and an upscale hostel up there. 🙂 I had a view to the sea and big white mountains from my room. So much better than the “another brick on the wall” view that I had at my home hostel in Edinburgh. (So basically there was about ten meters and a huge grey-brown-ish wall that blocked all the sunlight coming to the room. I mean, okay why am I lying, it’s Edinburgh. There’s no sunlight in Edinburgh. 😀 I think they, Scotland and the whole UK have some issues with the Sun, I don’t think Sun really likes UK that much… But rain does! And clouds. And wind. And storms… The list is endless.)

Anyways, Iceland. Wow. Nice, Iceland, you really are a nice land Iceland. Niceland.

It’s been now exactly four weeks that I left Edinburgh and flew to Iceland. Like I said, I had no idea what to expect. And it was good, I managed to let go and just go with the flow. Every day was a new day and I was open to all the adventures it led me to. I managed to let life happen at its own pace and not push it any specific direction. What ever problem or difficulty appeared, you dealt with it at its time. And because of all that, I was feeling very positive and confident about my time in Iceland. Everything was going to be alright, whatever happened. But I had no idea that it was going to be one of the best weeks of my entire life.

I was poorly prepared. And I kinda knew it, but I did it anyway. My winter coat was a bit so-so. It worked just fine only if and when I wore a massive jumper under it. But I manages just fine, the biggest issue were my shoes, they were tremendously bad. First of all, I had only one pair of shoes with me, so, when that one pair got wet I had nothing else to wear than the wet ones. And it was more wet in Iceland (in December) that I thought it would be. Whoops. Oh well, at least I learned something… It can rain in Iceland, too. And even though it didn’t rain, the snow that falls down might melt on the ground and become a horrible mess of slush. Ugh. So two pairs of shoes, everyone! Two pairs! Or if you have only one pair, please, do yourself a favor and check that your footwear is (A) waterproof, (B) slip resistant and (C) warm enough. I had none of those. So you can only imagine.

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SO, WHAT HAPPENED IN ICELAND?

I’ve been telling you how awesome (and not awesome) it was, but I haven’t told you how it all happened. In a nutshell… this is what happened:

Even though I didn’t get to go to the Blue Lagoon geothermal spa because I didn’t have a swim suit nor I met any actual vikings, I still had a pretty good time in Iceland. I met the coolest people at the hostel and we were too hipster to take a tour so we rented a car, set our GPS and went on the road. (Just kidding ’bout the hipster part.) We just wanted something different, we wanted to go away from the touristic track and schedules. We wanted to go into the wild and so we figured that the best possible option was to rent our own car with a group of four and just… Go. If you’re thinking about traveling in Iceland, please, another favor to do to yourself, rent a car with a GPS and just… drive. There’s plenty of car rental places you can choose from. Or try your luck and find a person who has the international drivers license and possibly even a car already. Haha. That’s what I did and it worked out just well. Here’s some evidence.

Places we got to see during my week in Niceland:

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Reykjavík was beautiful – both day and night.

Even though I did got lost a bit one night and I kinda had to search my way home on my own back to the city center since my phone didn’t work in the freezing cold weather and there was no cars nor taxis driving by. When there finally was a car, it was already morning and those friendly locals with a warm car were – nope, not willing to give me a ride but – willing to help me to get back home. 🙂 Apparently I wasn’t too far away, approximately 45 minute walk or so only. Oh well, that happens. And after that little adventure (which includes having a cup of coffee in a local bakery with a local old grandpa who’s number I have if I ever return to Iceland, and other stuff) I survived and managed to get back home safely. Hooraayy! Long live the life!!!

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On the road to wherever…

…look how beautiful it is everywhere. And so quiet, so peaceful…

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Chasing Northern Lights…

…the famous Aurora Borealis and photo shooting sessions…

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the sky lights literally danced upon us

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 “Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity for human spirit.” -Edward Abbey

First road trip…

…from Reykjavik all the way to Vík, the southernmost village in Iceland, and back…

Waterfalls, such as

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Skogafoss

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and then, Vík and the Black Sanded Beach…

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…where my crazy Australian friend swam and almost got hypodermic… Aussies! 😀

So he swam in a freezing cold ocean. We had to get him warm, so we decided to go swimming in a hot spring, the People’s Pool,  we had read about. It was supposed to be somewhere there on our way back and I had the instructions on my phone. It was supposed to be easy to find the place but oh-noh, not even close. The site said that there was a path beside on a mountainside you first had to take before getting to the pool. Well, we got to the place the path was supposed to start but there was no path! Only snow everywhere. Couple of cottages and mountains. We got off from the car but after a while looking and a wee snowball fight we got back to the car. It was too cold and windy, “It’s not here, we can’t find it.” we thought. But then suddenly out of nowhere a car drove next to us. There was some Norwegian people who asked us if we’re going to the pool. They had been there before and they were ready to show us the way. 🙂

After a approximately 30 minute hike through rivers (I’m not kidding, this time not only mine but all of our feet were completely wet) and frozen pathways on the mountainside, we finally got to our destination. And oh boy, the views from up there…

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There we were. Swimming in a pool on a mountainside in the middle of nowhere. The water was warm and it was snowing. It was amazing. One of the best moments of the week. After swimming a while a local man told us we should get back soon because the sun was about to set and soon it was going to pitch black. We had no torches nor nothing else, so we took our stuff, put our clothes back in the freezing cold weather and started walking back to the car. 🙂 Then we got on the road again and a snow storm hit us. We couldn’t see anything and we were just driving with our little car in the middle of nowhere, hoping for the best. Hoping that we will survive, get back to Reykjavík alive. Haha. It was a good day. And awesome company! I was so lucky with the guys I met. We got along so well and we basically spend the whole week together. 🙂 It was goood.

Second road trip – the Golden Circle

Couple of days after the first road trip we hit the road (Jack!) again. This time we wanted to go for the famous golden circle -route, which all the tourists knew and where all the tours went, too. Here you can see the golden circle route on the map and also the route all the way to Vík:

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During the winter season the day is so short (about from 10.30-11am to 3.30-4pm, or even less) that if you want to see all those places during the sunlight and not in the darkness, you should be prepared to spend the whole day (from 9am to 6pm or so) on the road. If you want to return back to Reykjavík for the night, I mean. We did that and it was alright. Both of them – driving around the circle and to Vík – were day trips. So be sure to have time if you want to visit places!

Here’s how our day around the Golden Circle was.

First there was the Þingvellir National park…

…The place where the North America’s and Eurasian tectonic plates meet. So we actually were able to walk above the Mid-Atlantic Ridge; in a place two continents meet. It was amazing. And the landscapes were just incredibly beautiful.

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…after that the famous Geyshir…

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…and the last but not least Gullfoss, “the Golden falls”

It was massive! It’s the largest waterfall in Iceland. The sun was just setting when we got there and it looked amazing. Iceland just stole my heart, right there just then. It was… unbelievable.

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Those two road trips were really amazing and they only made me feel like I didn’t want to return home, not yet. But I am sure, one day I will go back and this time during the summer when the sun never sets.

What a great week. And once again, the people I got to meet! Wow. Thank you guys! For making my stay unforgettable. 🙂 Until the next time! Here’s the last photos, very random ones. From jumping around snowy Reykjavík without socks on and having a surprise birthday cake in the hostel to looking stupid on the top of a waterfall and taking a photo of a guy and a bird. All those moments. All those people. Such a good vacation, such a good time and adventures. Can’t wait for the next ones to come! 😉 (Asia, here I coomeeeee!!!)

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Cheers! Or tack tack as they say in Iceland.

Thank you guys.

Until the next journey!

– Jenna

The Year of My Life

It’s the last day of the year 2014. This year was The Year of my life. This year was the year when everything begun, and finally I started feeling I’m actually doing something with my life. I am someone. And the world is open for me if I choose to go.

How on earth this year went by so fast? It started in Sydney (Australia) and after that during those 365 following days I ended up traveling to a LOT of places, including New Zealand, Hungary, Tenerife, Ireland, Scotland and Iceland. I have been so lucky and I am very grateful for all the people I have gotten to know and meet this year. I hope you’re all doing well and enjoying your life, wherever you are. 🙂 This year, I have also gotten to witness the most beautiful landscapes I’ve ever seen in my life. You’ll see pictures, don’t worry. 😉

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It all started in downunder, first Australia and after that New Zealand. Unfortunately I had a return ticket already booked so I had to leave kangaroos and kiwis and travel back home. I felt so depressed……but happy at the same time, because of the experience. And I knew I could always go back. I cried almost the whole flight from Sydney to Hong Kong (so embarrassing but I couldn’t stop it). I felt like I was leaving home. It was horrible. I felt like it wasn’t time yet, I wasn’t done yet. And I was so scared to go back home! I know I hadn’t been away for that long but still! All my friends in Finland, they’re just there, living their normal lives. How could I go back to that? Wouldn’t that feel weird? Would I feel confined there? And the most important question, how could I stay in Finland after such a great journey in such an amazing place? I couldn’t. It would’ve felt like settling to something less. I felt like I knew now after traveling a while, about something “better” and I couldn’t just settle anymore, never again. So I packed my 70 liter Osprey and took off. It turned out to be the best decision I have ever made.

Here’s some pics along the way. Starting from last Christmas in Noosa, East Coast of Australia. There’s the girls in the photo on the right, and two of them were the ones we got to spend both Christmas and New Years Eve with. 🙂 Such nice girls! And such a good NYE…. The third photo is taken the last day of the year, in Sydney in Wake Up!-hostel. Saana, a good friend of mine, was eating porridge and drinking goon (Aussie slang word for box wine). 😀 = our “last supper”, yum!

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Soon after New Years Eve we headed to New Zealand and traveled all the way from Christchurch to Auckland. There’s a photo of me, Saana and Maaike (our Dutch friend), I can’t help smiling when I look at us. Such good memories. Also the photo of Saana looking terrified on the window floor is pretty amusing. 😀 PS. Yes, that is Hobbiton (last photo).

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In the year of 2014 I was lucky to find myself from these amazing places, too…

Budapest

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Tenerife

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Ireland

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I was thinking…

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This year has been both the worst year of my life and the best year I’ve ever lived. Literally, lived. This year I really challenged myself and did things I had only dreamed of beforeand I have never felt more alive. I feel like I have been incredibly lucky with everything that’s crossed my path. I smile when I think about all those memories, all those moments I’ve lived and people I’ve gotten to know. Wow. And all it took – all I took was a so called “leap of faith” . Would you make the jump?

1970843_850612848288371_2038404105_nMy plan was basically that I don’t have a plan. I had just returned home but I knew I couldn’t be there for any longer. I have always known that Finland is not my home so now that I had once left the place, it didn’t really feel like a big issue to leave it again. I did some calculating and I decided that if I don’t get a job in Scotland, I’ll just come back home after when my money run out. The only thing I was certain about was that I just couldn’t stay in Finland anymore. I had lived my days there and I didn’t have to go back. At least not yet, not in a long while.

I had never been to Edinburgh before but I had heard about how beautiful the city was so I thought to myself, why not? It wasn’t exactly a place I had always dreamed of going (nor moving) but the only thing I cared was that there was English-speaking people and that it was outside the Finland borders. So I left. I got to admit, it was pretty scary in the beginning. I had to build my life all over again and I had not thought about it all through. (Idiot) I moved to another country that I didn’t know anything about. I didn’t know anyone and I was supposed to get an apartment (or so called hostel long term place in my case), get to know some people (make friends, nobody wants to be alone in a new city), apply for a job, get a bank account, get a new phone number,… everything. I had no idea where I was putting myself into. I hadn’t really thought about it and I never planned anything, so I was a bit lost in the beginning. But there I was, determined that I ain’t going back to Finland. I knew I needed to try my best now that I was in Edinburgh. So that’s what I did, and I ended up getting a very good job and I got to work with bunch of awesome people. Also, oh boy, the work experience I got. I am so grateful for that, I don’t know how it all happened but what I know is that if I would’ve stayed in Finland instead of going to Scotland I would’ve never gotten that kind of a work experience. Thank you Edinburgh!! I will be eternally grateful to you. 😉 So you agree with me on this one?

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Here’s the some of the best photos of my time in Scotland 🙂 A picture is worth a thousand words…

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And then, outside Edinburgh – Isle of Skye, ladies and gentlemen!

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Nine months it took until I started feeling “done” with all the hostel life and Edinburgh. It was my time to move on. I had built myself a home there, a home I could always return to and another family, both of which I will always have in my heart.

So I left, once again. I went to Iceland. Seriously, who would’ve thought my wee trip to Iceland would end up being one of the best weeks of my life – and all because of the people, obviously. 😉 Sure, Iceland is gorgeous, there’s no words for it’s beauty (later on I’ll make a proper post of it!) – but the people I met…. wow. I was there only for a week and it felt like I had known those guys for ages. Thank you Hlemmur Square hostel and its people! You rock.

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Such an amazing year. Don’t even quite realize it yet. Traveling is… for me, it’s the perfect kind of life style. It’s not that for everyone and it doesn’t have to be. Just like any other kind of life style. The most important thing is that you’re happy, no matter what you do or where you are. This year I’ve learned some important lessons about life and myself, and honestly, I can tell you that it’s not about the place nor material, it has nothing to do with the luxury life you’re living or anything else – in the end, it’s always the people that matters the most. The people you have around you, who you feel good with. I would say that’s the best part of traveling, getting to know people from all walks of life. From all corners of the earth. It’s a richness in the heart cannot be measured with money. People. Cultures. Countries. Memories.

And for me, this is only the beginning. I just turned twenty and I realized how the world Is open for me if I just dare to take the leap to unknown. 😉 And I do. I’ve been sitting at one place, feeling stuck in a one place for too long, and now, FINALLY, after about 15 years of waiting it is the time for me to go and explore. So… basically, I have no idea where I’ll end up next year. Southeast Asia, yes at first, but after that? Any suggestions? 😉

I’m sorry I’ve been a bit poor with updating my blog often enough. I promise you I will make a progress with that next year! 😉 Happy New Year, my friends! Enjoy your day and night. Tomorrow when you wake up it will be another year and another time. You get to have a fresh start with everything. Use is wisely. Listen to yourself and what do you want. 😉 Life is full of choices. So what is your New Year’s promise going to be? If it’s something to do with traveling, please tell me. Maybe we can meet up somewhere!

Life is good. 😉 And oh, baby, it is a wild world. Can’t wait to get on the road again. ❤

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One last thing… Mr called Xavier Rudd made a song about life. I must quote him on this one:

“Follow, follow the sun
and which way the wind blows
when this day is done.
Breathe, breathe in the air.
Set your intentions.
Dream with care.
Tomorrow is a new day for everyone,
Brand new moon, brand new sun.
So follow, follow the sun,
the direction of the birds,
the direction of love.
Breathe, breathe in the air,
cherish this moment,
cherish this breath.
Tomorrow is a new day for everyone,
brand new moon, brand new sun.”

Hope you had an amazing year 2014 and hope you will have even a better one next year!! Wish you all well xxx

Hasta luego!

-Jena

Living in a hostel: Part II / ten reasons why to live in a hostel

When you think about living in a hostel, what do you think it’s like? Probably pretty nerve-racking after reading my last post… “Sounds rough”, some said. “You got it right”, my fellow long term residents told me. I got it right. Hopefully they’ll agree with me on this one, too.

What makes it so incredible, so much fun and so nice to live in a hostel? It is still a hostel, you share your accommodation with other people, you even share your bed because you only have bunk beds. So why do people actually decide to stay in a hostel? And, why did I choose to stay there instead of getting my own apartment in the suburbs of Edinburgh (in this case)? Here’s long-awaited (pardon me for having to wait) my ten reasons why to live in a hostel (in addition to cheap rent and awesome location). Here’s a pic I’ve taken just from about a five minute walk away from the hostel.

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Here’s ten reasons why to live in a hostel

…Ready?

 1. No more cleaning the house

First of all; You don’t have to clean. A hostel is a perfect place to live if you’re a person who hates cleaning. We have our own cleaners who keep the hostel nice and neat. Toilets, showers, dorms and common areas are cleaned and vacuumed once a day, the kitchen properly cleaned twice a day. I can’t remember the time I’ve actually vacuumed the last time – and still everything is clean! It’s amazing. Although, gotta admit, it still doesn’t mean you don’t have to do anything. You need to wash your own dishes always after use and if you make a big mess, of course you clean it. But that’s just common sense. Obviously.

(But of course, if you like cleaning, our hostel can always give you a cleaning shift – if you really really like it. But if your name is not Monica Geller I don’t believe that you actually like cleaning. So just, please, stop lying to yourself and enjoy your life instead of scrubbing the showers. Let some one else do it for you.)

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 2. Reception

wpid-cam00269Reception is sooo handy! It’s the best invention ever. (At least almost.) You can go there if you feel like something sugary such as KitKat or if you’re hungry and you want some noodles. You can also go there if you’ve forgotten to buy a milk from the grocery store, they have everything! Or you can just go there and hang out with your mates. Also if you have a question or two about something that’s happening in the town, you can go there. They’ll know. Or at least Google will. They are there for you. It is a hostel so there is a lot of short termers always who want to ask the same questions as you. Where is that? How to get there? What’s on tomorrow? Reception is perfect for you if it’s a new place for you to live in. You get to know the city better, they have all the maps and knowledge you need and you don’t have to worry about a thing.

Sometimes we also do some crazy stuff in the reception such as set up a karaoke party (yes, you heard right) or just do about anything we feel like; dance, lie on the floor, read a book, talk to the fish (yes, we have a fish tank there)Anything. Or you can just stare at the short termers who are checking in or out. Hahaha. Not going to admit anything. Just do what ever you fancy.

On the left there’s a pic taken at our reception. Pretty cool, eh? That’s my Hungarian friend playing a fiddle that doesn’t have any strings. Don’t ask. 😀


 3. Facilities

wpid-cam00443.jpgLiving in a hostel doesn’t mean that it’s impossible to cook, watch TV or do the laundry. The facilities we have are exactly the same as you would have at your home, they’re just shared with other people. Our kitchen is fully equipped and there’s free coffee and tea so you can help yourself when you feel like it. We also have a free food section where you can find ex. buns and cakes always once in a while because few of the long termers work at cafes and bakeries so always after work they take some of the dainties they can’t sell the next day back home for us. 🙂

We also have a laundry but you’d have to pay for it and it works only with cold water… So it’s not really very helpful what it comes to actually washing and cleaning your clothes. 😀 But! You still have a working washing machine. Oh well, no one cares, you’re living in a hostel. Hostels are the kinda places that have very laid back atmosphere, no one really cares about unnecessary things or at least they can live with the discomfort. Some of them live there because of a choice, some do it because they don’t have any other chance, might be because of the lack of money or something else. For every person hostel life would not be ideal for sure, but for the ones that it is… It is very ideal. If you’re fun loving, ready to live with other people and want to meet new people from everywhere, it’s perfect for you. But it is very necessary for you to set your mind into a certain kind of freedom from care -mode. Otherwise you’re gonna have hard times in settling. For me it was a top choice. Could have not chosen any better. Soon we’ll come to the reasons why.

wpid-cam00112.jpgIn a hostel you don’t have your own living room but in my hostel you’ll have a TV-room with eight amazingly comfy couches and hundreds of movies you can watch at any hour of the day. No need to worry about noise-sensitive, irritated neighbors – our TV-room walls are well isolated. Whether it was the early hours when the sun have already risen but you can’t fall asleep or the early hours when you’re just coming back from the bar and still feeling a wee bit tipsy. That’s when TV room is your place. At any hour of the day you can just go there and hang out with the people. It doesn’t really matter if you know them or not. They’re just people and that’s the only thing that counts in the end. 😉 There might be guys who have lived there for years or just random travelers from god knows whichever corner of the Earth, guys who are just planning to stay there only for overnight. (Of course when they realize how awesome the hostel is, they kinda want to stay there and just… magic happens. It reminds me of the Eagles’ song Hotel California“You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave…”) 😀

wpid-img_20141009_142033.jpgThere’s also games you can borrow, guitars and other instruments you can play and plenty of books you can read. Not all people (especially if you move into another city or country) have all the great nostalgic old board games to play at their new apartment. Those are the kinda special things only your childhood home usually provides – and even though if your apartment did have the games, how often do you actually have enough people there to play with? Not too often, I dare to guess. But think about when you’re living in a hostel… Only the sky is limit. You can play games in different languages, you can teach your craziest drinking games and funniest childhood card games to your fellow mates or – my favorite – you can make people say something in your utterly strange language when you play some card game such as “King’s cup” or some other game where you need to come up with a rule. I love it. I love Finnish language. It is so strange. 😀 The most memorable moment for me was when I was in Iceland just a few weeks ago and it was Finland’s independence day and I made the guys yell “HYVÄ SUOMI!!” with an attitude. I told them to mean it and wave their hand in the air with rave. It was awesome. It means “GO FINLAND!!” 😀 So that’s hostel life. It’s not house life in a normal home – it’s better. Oh, such a good times.


4. The people – short termers

wpid-cam00819.jpgJust think about it. You’re living in a place where first of all there’s people from all around the world. The people change all the time and chances for you to meet someone actually interesting and important increases a lot. And it does happen, more often than it would if you’d live alone in your own apartment. It really moves my heart to even think about all the inspiring and such a great people I’ve met during my nine months there. All the people I’ll remember for the rest of my life. All the people who I got to know and who got to change my life, every one a bit. It’s such a richness you can never get with money. People. Love.

All the moments you get to live with these people, even if it’s only for a day or two, an evening or a few. The new winds will always come and take the old mates away, they need to continue their travels. But then again, you won’t be regretting anything. You had brilliant time with those guys and world is small, who knows if you’ll meet someday somewhere again. The best part is that when the new wind comes, it’ll always bring some new people with it. And then, again, new memories, new stories to live. After setting the sun will always rise again. Days go pass but life will go on.

All the stories you hear from the people you meet, all the places you had never heard before but now they’re suddenly on your bucket list. You want to do that too! You want to go there too! God, so many times I’ve found myself thinking: “I didn’t even know that’s possible and here I am, talking to the person who’ve actually done that and been there. Wow, shit, I want to do that too.” Life is short, why not. 😉 I find it so inspiring when people tell me what they’ve done. It gives you whole new perspective, you realize how everything’s possible if you really want it and if you are ready to try. The world is open and it is right there – you just have to have the guts to take your stuff and go. Just try. What are you afraid? What can you loose? This kind of thinking, a way of life became a part of my reality, it’s all not just a dream anymore. It became part of me, part of who I am. And here I am now, holding tickets to Asia for next February. We’ve already planned on doing cycling around Bali and practicing yoga in a retreat on a top of a mountain in northern Thailand. It’s all possible. It sounds like it is not but it actually is. You just need to buy the ticket and go.

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Short termers are usually the funniest ones. The moments we experience together become so special because we both know that the time we have is very limited. Some people will leave the next day, some people maybe the next week. So we take everything out of the time we have together in this amazing place. We’re alive and we live only once. Why wouldn’t we go out and have the craziest time in our lives and just simply… feel alive. It’s such a good feeling. I looove people when they go traveling. It changes them, it makes them want to be alive and live. Sadly, a thing people a bit too often forget when they’re too busy drowning into the daily grind of work and obligations. “No free time.”, “No time.”, bullsh*t. You do have time. Life is full of options. Although, I do know that in nowadays’ world you can’t really do anything without money. But when you do, that’s what I’m talking about. When you do have the money but you still continue complaining about… well, everything. No time, not even to breath. How on Earth can you find yourself in a situation so stressful that you can’t even breath? It shouldn’t be like that. It shouldn’t go like that.

And then people take off and go traveling. Some people quit their jobs, some take a vacation. But it’s all because they need it. And then they enjoy. Traveling, just even a wee vacation. They’re suddenly alive again. No stress, no obligations. Just chill. That’s hostel life, that’s travelers. And that’s what I love. Traveling makes people remember to live and reasons why they live. It’s beautiful. 🙂

When you travel there’s no such things as obligations. Every day is different, no routine, no schedules. Anything can happen; The same thing what it comes to hostel life. Travelers are the ones who build the place and the atmosphere we have there. That’s why there’s no such thing as a similar day. 🙂


5. The people – long termers

wpid-img_20141009_133156.jpgAs much as I learned to love the short termers, I could’ve not lived in the place without all my mates. All the people you live with, all of your friends.

There’s all kinds of people. From the age of 18 to age of 40 or so. We’re all there together, living, chatting, having fun. We’re all one. No one cares about the age, we’re living together. Why wouldn’t you think someone who’s ten or twenty years older than you as a friend of yours, if you anyway do the same for the person who’s only three years older? Exactly, it doesn’t matter. Age becomes just a number. Such a clichè, but a true one.

But just think about it. Think about how you behave with your mates. All your good old mates who you like to hang out with, who you feel relaxed and good with. Now transfer all that to a life in a hostel. All of your mates, your whole group, get to live under the same roof. Awesome, eh? Think about it, you’ll always have a friend around who to enjoy a beer or a glass of wine with after a long day at work. You also get to spend all your free time with them. No need to set up a date or make a schedule. They’re all there, always. They live there! It’s their home also. You never have to ‘look’ for a friend, someone will always be there, someone to chat with. But then again it’s not like a little shared apartment only with five people – we have over twenty, sometimes thirty long term residents so you don’t have to be afraid of getting bored with the faces either. There’s always other people to hang out with. Plus the short term residents, of course.

Long term residents are your savior. They share the same kind of laid back attitude as you. Some of them are a bit quirky and special but that’s what makes it so good. Everyone can be themselves, no judging. It’s all of our home, no one wants to act anything else in the own home. Oh boy. After living in a hostel I believe I can say that everyone’s a bit weird in their own way. Some people don’t just admit it to themselves. 😀 Oh all those crazy things that’s happened at the hostel – from “dancing” ballet in the kitchen to falling asleep in the staircase, from playing table tennis in our dining room to witnessing all kinds of crazy things from the surveillance cameras. Hahahaa. Oh people. One of my ultimate favorites was the two Italians dancing in the kitchen. That was awesome. Radio had just started playing some song they know and apparently they had a choreography to it. We laughed so much. 😀

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You get to know so many people from all around the world. You make friends with someone from England, Hungary, Argentina, Australia, Spain and someone from Slovenia. Just to mention few of them. They tell you about their countries and you find yourself really lucky to hear all these things from a local’s point of view. All the things from political issues to cultures and people. You get to know such a random stuff that makes your world view expand. Knowing this people makes you so much richer in a way you could have never imagined before. You know now better and it’s all the kind of knowledge you cannot just read from a book. One of the best parts also knowing this people is that they’ll be able to provide you a bunk when you find yourself in their home destinations. That is so cool. You can go anywhere and you’ll always have a place to go.

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Us long termers, we’re like a big family. At first before I moved into the hostel I was a bit afraid of what’s gonna happen, who am I going to meet, is everything going to be okay. Am I going to get along with the people? I didn’t know what to expect but I was ready to try. And now look where it led me to. I became a part of a big, freaking awesome family who cares about each others and help if someone is in need. We are there for each other, in both good and bad. We share the same rooms, the same facilities. We eat our breakfast together, we cook together, we go shopping together and we drink a beer after work together. We go out together and we enjoy spending time with each other. We become friends and we get to know each other so well. They give you a hug if you need it or a kiss on your cheek when they see you. I miss that so much. I’m in Finland now, been here for few days only but I miss it so much already. I miss about going home and someone comes to you and gives you a big hug and kiss on both of your cheeks. They smile at you and make you feel better no matter how down you feel. They become your family and you become one of them.

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The best thing is that everyone’s welcomed into the group. We’re flexible, we’re open to new people. There’s no bullying or childish behavior – we’re not in highschool anymore. We’re dealing with adults now. We’re just there to live our lives peacefully and having fun, enjoying each others company. Nothing less, nothing more.

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Except… sometimes someone might steal your phone when you turn your back and take a selfie or two (thanks Kalle)… 😀 Love u xx

They became my family. They became my second home. They teach you to cook if you don’t know how to and help you to carry your groceries. They are there for you. We are a commune, we are all in this together. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been there. And you’re always welcomed to come back again, whenever you feel like it. Here’s me goofing around in a hallway with Laura. ❤wpid-cam00170.jpgwpid-cam00180.jpg

I was really lucky with my time there. I got to live with some amazing people and I made some strong, hopefully life long friendships. They all made me one very very happy girl. There’s no experience like that, not a single one. And there is not going to be either. Nine months living and learning to live with people from different cultures, I am so thankful. I got to grow so much. I thank the guys for that. You’re the best. 🙂

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6. You’re never alone

In a hostel you’re never alone – in good and bad. This time it’s good. When ever you were feeling a bit down or lonely, ex. the worst moments when you were missing home so bad that it hurt you physically, there was always someone for you. Someone who would come to you and give you a big long hug, someone who would help you when you needed it the most. And that’s what made the strongest bonds, life long relationships. Young people, especially, they all knew how I felt. They lived the same crises as I did, it was the first place for me to move after living at home in Finland. They knew how you felt and they could make you feel better. You never had to feel lonely. You had your best friend, or best friends, right there. I made really good friends with some of them. For example with a Hungarian woman who became almost like my big sister. I will never forget her.

You sleep in the same room with the people, you share everything. You live with them. Think about how well you get to know them and they get to know you. You can talk to anyone. It is like the friend group you would have at home. You never have to feel like you didn’t belong there when you go to the common areas and you see that it’s full of people. You can go to anyone. And there will always be some who will come to you and hug you or smile at you, ask how are you. Someone who actually cares about you. How was work? What are you doing tonight? Do you want to cook with us? Do you want to watch a movie after dinner? They care, why wouldn’t they? They’re your family. They make you happy and they’re always there for you.

In the photo we’re hanging out in the famous hallway. There’s Maija playing ukulele and singing, and me just starting to paint 🙂 This is how we spent our free time. Together.


7. Sunday dinners

wpid-cam00311.jpgSunday dinners are the best things ever. We all gather together, everyone in the hostel. Some long termer cooks for about sixty people and we all go to our dining room and eat and chill together. It’s great. You remember those times when you used to live with your family and always when you were celebrating something you gathered and dined together. It’s like a Christmas dinner with all your family and friends, except it’s weekly and there’s bunch of random travelers in addition to your friends. It’s really nice. You get to see everyone and just eat. 😀 🙂 And often after that you all go out and drink some beer, dance, listen some good a live music and just have fun, enjoy life. That’s our Sundays. Every single Sunday of the year. It’s beautiful! Who wouldn’t love to dine and just hang out with their friends after a long and exhausting week at work? I thought so too. 😉

(No, that’s not a Sunday dinner in the photo 😀 That’s just my Finnish friend Maija getting some Finnish treats for the first time in ages! Hahaha, winning!)


8. There’s always someone going out

wpid-cam00984.jpgIf you’re feeling like going out, there will always be someone to go out with. Whether it was someone who’s there just for one night and who wants to see the best pub in the town or some long termer you’d like to go out with just for a pint or two. Whether it was just going out in the park and lie on the grass under the big sun with some beers, just play guitar and chill or actually go out and drink and dance the whole night. No one cares what day it is, people there are always up for a beer or two (it’s never just one, right 😉 ). It’s almost impossible to get stuck in to the nowadays’ circle of life, the famous treadmill of lifeWake up, get up, wash your teeth, eat breakfast, drive to work, be at work, drive back home, eat, watch TV, take a shower, go to sleep. Wake up, get up… For forty years. Nope. Living in a hostel makes your life pretty interesting. The people make it interesting and the experiences you will end up experiencing is something you would not have had if you would live alone in a small quiet apartment. There’s an actual life happening around you at the hostel, all the time. Now, sometimes it makes you really annoyed because there’s always someone around you. But that’s only sometimes. I prefer to look at the bright side and be happy for having that awesome people around me. I think it’s great that the days are similar and you will not get bored, there’s always something going on.


9. It changes your life

wpid-img_20141012_234950.jpgYour life turns upside down when you move into a hostel.

You’re forced to live with people you didn’t know before and there’s people from all corners of the Earth. All those cultures, different kind of lifestyles and personalities you got to meet and live with. How they treat people around them, how they act towards everyone. Do they shake your hand, hug you or even kiss you? We don’t kiss people on the cheek in Finland, but look at me now. All kissing people, friends, family,.. my dog. 😀

At this age, living in a hostel was a top choice (as I mentioned before). You’re just growing up and learning all these things about life. In these last nine months I learned for example how to let go. How to beat the so called social pressure. Communicating with all people became very natural and easy. Even though it’s not even my first language. I am shocked now that I’m in Finland and they don’t do small talk here. You don’t talk to strangers and they don’t talk to you. What on earth!?! I don’t know how to be like that. I’ve just got used to chat with everyone! Fuuukin hell 😀 Oh life what did you do. 😀

You have people around you 24/7. Though the bathroom is private and showers too, but that’s about it. No more “my space”. You can try to conquer a couch in the TV- room but there’s always going to be someone jumping there, on you or something. They’ll make their way (photo). And so you can’t help but to learn how to live with people around you. And you think living with your family or a roommate (or two) is bad? Try to live with five other people in a six-bed-dorm, in addition to the fact that you’re sharing – not just your room but your bunk bed also. Plus of course the facilities and common areas. You share all these things with everyone, including the people you don’t know.

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“Home is wherever I’m with you…”

I’m not going to lie. It was pretty tough in the beginning. But nothing good comes easy, right? 😉 Of course you need to try yourself and make the effort, try to get to know the people in the beginning etc. After a while it became actually quite normal for me to go home after work and just chat with people (even the ones I don’t know). It became so natural just to walk to the kitchen in the morning (or afternoon…) wearing only your pyjamas and make yourself a breakfast. No matter what time it is. You don’t really realize that there’s people around you anymore, after a while. It became so natural for me to hang out in the reception, yes, sometimes even (often) when wearing only my pyjamas. I just don’t care anymore. I don’t realize when there’s so called “normal” people (short termers) around me, I’ll do my stuff and continue my life. 😀 I’m so used to having random people around me that I’ve passed the point where I care anymore. It is my home and I will be there like I would be at home. 😀 But that’s the best part what it comes to our hostel. It is a home abroad for everyone. There’s people living so the whole atmosphere is just totally different than what it would be if you’d be staying in a hostel that has no long term residents there. In our hallways you might find us playing our guitars or ukuleles, singing Christmas songs – or about anything else from practice yoga to painting.(Yes, I’ve done it all.)

It just… it changes your life, the way you live and who you are. It changes your perspective to everything. And when you go back, you learn to appreciate your warm home with a great deal more.

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All in all, if you add all the good and bad things together you get an amazing life experience that you will remember the rest of your life. It changed my life and moving to Edinburgh was one of the best decisions I’ve made in my life. It led me to such a beautiful places and people, such a memorable situations. Such a good life experience. I feel like… It opened the world for me. How great is that?

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10. A home abroad

It became a home abroad. I’ll always now have a place to go back. The people. The atmosphere. Of course things will change and some things will stay the same but all in all… Edinburgh is not going to disappear anywhere. And that’s where it all happened, on the rainy and windy streets of Ed, with the people of all around the world. People I will not forget and memories I will cherish for the rest of my life. I can’t wait to continue my travels, after all this. Who knows what’s waiting for me somewhere there elsewhere. Just like I said, the world is open. You just have to take the leap and try. What have you got to lose? 😉

Thank you guys. For everything. You’ll stay in my heart forever. xxx

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Always counting

Always counting.

I confess, I belong to the group of wanderlust ones. Wikipedia puts it well:

Wanderlust is a strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world.

The term originates from the German words wandern (to hike) and Lust (desire). The term wandern, frequently misused as a false friend, does in fact not mean “to wander”, but “to hike.” Placing the two words together, translated: “enjoyment of hiking”, although it is commonly described as an enjoyment of strolling, roaming about or wandering. —

In modern German, the use of the word Wanderlust to mean “desire to travel” is less common, having been replaced by Fernweh (lit. “farsickness”), coined as an antonym to Heimweh (“homesickness”).—

That’s me. Wanderlust. Enjoyment of hiking, desire to travel – and that’s how we get to the ‘counting’ part.

Always counting. There will always be some kind of a countdown going on; Whether it was days left until the plane gets off or the days when an ongoing trip will end. We all know the feeling in stomach when the travel fever raises and we get butterflies in our bellies. “Two more days and London is calling!”  – that’s the exciting waiting part. You count the days to the becoming trip, you mark everything in your calender and imagine yourself there, lying on a white sanded beach or so. You start smiling when you know what’s coming. Then there’s the other part when you’re on the road. First you count the days and weeks and months you’ve already traveled, then the coin turns around and you start feeling kinda sad and anxious after realizing that your holiday is soon to be over. You start counting the final days before going back home. “One last week starts tomorrow… Ugh.”

It’s nice to go back home after a long journey but it’s still always a bit sad to leave, especially if you’ve been in that one place for a longer period of time. Like me; It’s been almost eight moths for me now here in Scotland. Six weeks left. Six weeks is nothing! Four weeks work, then one week in Iceland and after that one more week here in Edinburgh. After that it’s over. It’s time for me to move on and go back home.

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So in six weeks I’ll be in Finland again. I’ll have my own room, my privacy (finally…). No more sleeping in a six-bed-dorm in a hostel. I’ll also be spending my time with the people I already know. No new acquaintances, no fellow travel mates around. No shared fridges nor queues for showers. No “CLOSED FOR CLEANING” signs on the bathroom and kitchen doors, and haha, no difficulties about understanding what someone with a strong accent is trying to say to you. Everything is going to be so easy. Even a bit too easy. How am I supposed to get used to that kind of a life style again? The same way as I got used to this one here, I suppose. But soon everything will go back to normal again. All the reasons why I left at the first place are still there. No excitement after the beginning, just routines. The questions about school, work and other life plans will start chasing you. The pressure about making permanent decisionsWhat are you going to do know? Settle down, right? No need to go anywhere anymore now that you’ve just been away for almost a year.” Ha! You wish!

After being on the road you get used to the feeling of being freeand that’s what gets you in the hook. It’s almost impossible to go back home and act normal after traveling a while. All the routines creep you out, nothing feels the same again. Everything’s so normal that it starts to feel abnormal to you. You don’t feel free anymore. You’re expectations and the level of living has somehow gone up during your travels. You simply live differently. You’ve used to live in the moment. You know that the life is short. You’ve used to have a limited period of time in one place at a time so you’ve used to take everything out of it. You’re much relaxed now. Why would you be unhappy and live a steady life in your little comfort zone when you know that the life begins when you step out of the zone. You’ve turned out to be a yes person instead of a no person. You now refuse to live inside your comfort zone, a steady life is not enough anymore. You know better.

So when you come back home, nothing will be the same again. After all your experiences and things you’ve learned, after all those places you’ve seen you suddenly start seeing everything from a different point of you. You’ve grown so much during the past weeks that going back home feels like time traveling. Nothing’s changed there, it’s all the same. But you feel different. You feel very much separate and unconnected with everything and everyone that surrounds you at home. You don’t feel comfortable anymore. It doesn’t really feel like home anymore. Home should make you happy and feeling good. But you’ve seen too much. You’ve changed and it’s just not simply you anymore.

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So you start thinking about new places to conquer. All those places people you met during your travels told you about. “The little village in the middle of a jungle in Laos… The hot air balloon flight in Morocco. Riding a bicycle around Jamaica. Hitchhiking the route 66. Eating street food in a Mexican city…” All those things. All those places. You’r at home browsing all the photos from your last journey over and over again. Oh, all those memories, all those places that you visited and people you met. Good times. So just like any other candy, you start wanting it more. Where to go next? When to go? And before you even notice, you’re already surfing on Skyscanner, searching desperately for cheap flights to Everywhere (All countries). “Just… please. Take me away.

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First it’s just a little itch in the back of your head and then it starts to spread all over your body. You’re hands can feel it and your feet want to lead you forward, somewhere away. You’ve lost the control. Every day, you start thinking about it more and more. You wish to be somewhere else, you want to go again, move on. The world is out there and it’s calling your name. You’re walking on a street and you look up and see a plane crossing the sky. I wonder where that plane is traveling to… I wish I was there too. Checking the new travel themed boards on Pinterest becomes your daily task. It is an impulse you just can’t control – especially after the first big trip. (For me it was my trip last winter to Australia and New Zealand. I’ve always known that I want to travel the world but after being there it just… I lost the control. It’s too late to stop now. It really is like a drug you get addicted to.)

It is always itching, it is always on your mind. The travel bug. No matter if you were on the road or not, it’s always there.. Next trip, last trip. When can I go again? You have your own travel savings and probably 90 % of your Bucket List has something to do with all the incredible places you want to visit someday. You start to feel anxious. The circle is closing, you want to be somewhere else. The itching just grows and grows, it really starts bothering. You find yourself dreaming about all those other places and new winds every day more and more, and then you reach the point when you just can’t handle it anymore.

And then you book the tickets.

Huh, the feeling. Finally you’ll be able to continue your life again. The wheel starts spinning and you’re able to breath again. The anxiousness is gone. Then you start planning the next trip and basically you’re mind will be with it all the time. You’re excited. The road is there and you’ll be hitting it soon. (For me it’s not the wee trip to Iceland I’ll be having in the beginning in December, but the almost four months trip to Southeast Asia starting on next February. I can’t wait to get there and explore all those undiscovered roads and pathways. It’s going to be magnificent.)

Into the Wild (my ultimate favorite movie and book) is such an inspiration. Jon Krakauer puts it well:


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It  is all in the feeling when the airplane lands on another continent, the first bump when it hits the ground or when you see the land for the first time after hours of wondering above the clouds. It is in the feeling when you wake up in a train and you’ve reached a new city in a new country. Everything is so beautiful, so new and interesting. There’s so many adventures out there waiting for you. It is in the feeling of pure joy and happiness that’s spread all over you when after hours of hiking you finally reach the top of a mountain. And it’s visible, people can actually see it when they look at you. You have a sparkle in your eyes. You shine.

But when you’re at home, there’s no one to talk to about those things. All of the adventures, the stories about people you’ve met and outstanding places you’ve been to. They don’t know what you’re talking about, and it’s very possible they don’t even care. You feel that they don’t know you anymore and that’s the truth, you’re not the person you used to be. So what to do now? You start counting.

cities i've never been toIt’s because of the desire that forces you to move on and go someplace else, explore. The world is out there, why would you stop now? After the first journey it doesn’t feel a big issue anymore. It’s in fact very easy just to take your belongings and go. For the first time in your life you’re now aware of the things and places the world has to offer and it’s like candy you just can’t say no to.

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Traveling gives you the feeling of freedom. C’mon, who doesn’t like to feel free? For the first time in your life you’re actually free to do whatever and go wherever. You can be whoever you want to be, you can do whatever you feel like. It’s like a superpower.

It’s the feeling. Almost like a new beginning, when you get to hit the road, you start feeling different. You feel new. You’re like another person, full of joy again. You’re not bored, as you used to be. All those old things in the past, nothing matters anymore. “It’s a new day, a new life, for me… and I’m feeling good.You find yourself enjoying life again. You feel like you were living, and it’s a good feeling. So some people see it as freedom. There’s no chains anymore to hold you still. You can move and be free. No more obligations nor schedules, no more hectic life, no necessities. No unnecessary stress. Everything’s better now. You feel peaceful. No stress, no worries. Just… don’t worry, be happy.

Of course there’s always ups and downs what it comes to traveling and it can also get very stressful if you’re not for example prepared or laid back enough. But we’ll speak about that some other time. Now the main point is the strong, almost imperative, unconditional desire, an urge to travel and explore. A true wanderlust state of mind. The world is out there, why would I choose to be settled, “stuck” somewhere you don’t want to be – instead of going on the road and letting go. You can go wherever life leads you, go with the flow, they say. There’s so much to see. All the wanders of the Planet Earth. I’m too curious, can’t just stay home and “do nothing”. 😀

So I go.

Back my backpack and get a bus to the airport.

It’s the circle of life.

From head to toes, I am a wanderlust and there’s not much to do about it. No medication, no therapy. You just know that the world is calling your name and you decide to follow your heart and go wherever the intuition leads you. I think it’s beautiful, to be able to let go and see wherever the road might take you. The Earth will always carry you, no matter what happens. No need to be afraid. Go and try, explore. Soon you’ll find out a great deal about yourself, what you want, what you don’t want. Everything’s more clear now. You become you. No wonder people go traveling to find themselves. It is very possible that that’s exactly what will happen.

My beloved travel mates. I believe I can trust you on this one, you will know what I’m talking about when I speak about the desire and counting. It’s in all of us, we’re all the same in a way. We all know how it feels when you get to hit the road again. It’s unspeakable. It’s unforgettable. Nothing beats it. It is the life as we know it.

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So don’t stop me now… Cus’ I’m having a good time, having a good time. 

So where will you be going next?