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***Inspired from a conversation with my good friend Paul about his parents’ unexpected journey.

When I was still unsure about my ability to adapt to Violet’s place in Kawangware, my friend offered me to share with him his 2 bedroom apartment. I agreed, but then changed my mind because I wanted to challenge myself at Violet’s. Few weeks later, he was killed in the same apartment. Somebody broke into his house and strangled him to death. I was extremely upset, and couldn’t help asking myself what would have happened if I had moved there. Would I have been able to save him, or would I have been murdered myself?

Life is a strange combination of possibilities. Every decision you make affects your life in one way or another. Some decisions change your life for few hours, some decisions change your life forever. There are no right or wrong decisions, as nobody can travel back in time to try out the other option to see how it would turn out. But there are interesting and boring ones. There are decisions that will take you into unexpected journeys that you could never imagine even in your wildest dreams.

And, the journey that I’m on today is something that my 5, 10 or even 15 year old self could never imagine. Looking back, I’m grateful for every decision I have made.

It was when I decided to leave my hometown to go to high school in Hanoi, against my family’s wishes. It was a decision that made me struggle with the relationship with my family, but also a decision that changed me from a pampered kid to an independent girl who could support herself at the age of 15.

It was in Hanoi that I decided to organize Free Hugs campaign, the campaign that led to my first arrest, and almost got me expelled from school. Yet, it was also the one that introduced me to many other social activities which finally gave me a job offer in Malaysia.

It was when I quit my job in Malaysia that I started this trip. The job in Malaysia allowed me to travel to different countries. I realized that traveling isn’t that expensive, globe-trotting isn’t that impossible. I decided to give it a shot.

Had I not made any of these decisions, I would still be a shy country girl, computer illiterate, unable to speak English, afraid of the outside world. I would probably be studying at a university in Vietnam to become an accountant. My parents would probably expect me to get married as soon as I graduate to a nice boy from my hometown. I would have never traveled to Middle East. I would have never met all the awesome friends I have made. I would still believe that people in Africa are black because they get sunburn. And I would be reading about somebody else’s traveling and bitterly thinking that they must be awfully lucky to be able to do so.

It surprises me a lot when I ask people what decision has changed their lives, they can’t think of any. They always do the same things they are supposed to do: Go to school –> compete for a seat in universities –> look for a job –> get married –> have children –> grow old –> wish that their lives were different.  They avoid crossroads. They overlook opportunities. They refuse to open locked doors. You could pretty much tell how their lives would be in the next 10 years. Well, there is some comfort in stability and security, but I would hate it when I grow old and tell my grandkids about my life, they just go like: ”Aww, I don’t want to be like you when I grow up.”

So, how about you? Have you ever made a life changing decision, or has your life always been the same as how you and other people expect it to be?

And as Randall Munroe, the founder of xkcd said:

“Take wrong turns. Talk to strangers. Open unmarked doors. And if you see a group of people in a field, go find out what they are doing. Do things without always knowing how they’ll turn out. You’re curious and smart and bored, and all you see is the choice between working hard and slacking off. There are so many adventures that you miss because you’re waiting to think of a plan. To find them, look for tiny interesting choices. And remember that you are always making up the future as you go.”

It was a crazy year.

And my resolution for 2012:

- Survive the apocalypse.

- Find a boyfriend.

- Be home for the next New Year’s.

- Continue to be crazy and awesome.

This is how my 2011 started: Waking up in a beautiful house with a handsome guy preparing breakfast for you and 2 other handsome guys polishing your nails <3

 

Went into the jungle to meet the Buddha Boy of Nepal. He's surprisingly muscular for somebody who meditates 24/7 without food or drink. He said that he'd achieve enlightenment after few more years. He has been meditating since 2005. Februrary 2011

 

Holy festival in Nepal. March 2011

 

Motorbike trip around Nepal with Dictator, Frenchie, Small boobs, Chinaman and me (Ling ling)

 

Learning to do some coconut handicraft in Pokhara, Nepal

 

Morning tea on Himalaya.

 

 

The Great Pyramid of Giza, Egypt

 

Makhtesh Ramon, the largest makhtesh in the world.

 

Lag BaOmer, the largest Jewish festival. Israel

 

Running on a Palestinian hill

 

Suffering from tear gas at a demonstration in Palestine.

 

Sinai

 

With a Hamer baby girl. I do look like a Mom :-)

 

Bull Jumping festival in Ethiopia

 

With the uglist birds on earth, Marabou stork

 

With the orphans at an Negat's Children House, Ethiopia

 

Hangover after Ethiopia's New Year. Sep 11, 2011

 

Hitchhiking from Moyale to Isiolo, through one of the most dangerous roads in Africa.

 

The only card I received for my 21st birthday. I had a quiet birthday in a slum where I volunteered in Kenya

 

Sneaked into a national park in Kenya

 

Fishing in Lamu, the lost paradise that lies between Kenya and Somalia

 

With 2 Masai men, the iconic tribe of East Africa

 

And now, amidst parties of Dar, I'm getting damn bored :(

Please bear with me, it’s a long post. It’s a difficult topic to tackle, and I’m trying to find the most neutral way to put my thoughts down.

When I was in Israel, everybody told me not to go to Palestine. “Palestinians are bad people. They will mug you, they will kill you.” And when I was in Palestine, I heard the same thing about Israel. “Why would you want to go back to Israel. People there are horrible.” The truth is that I met amazing people in both places and had great experiences. But I had a hard time explaining to people I met there that those on the other side of the wall are also humans who are just trying to hold on to life. They also need to work to make a living, they also have a family to love, they want the same things we want and they are scared of the same things we are scared of.

I took me a lot of nerves to decide to travel in Africa. All I had ever heard of this continent before setting my foot here was famines, droughts, AIDS, rapes, human trafficking, tsetse and all kind of weird traditional practices. Only when I’m here that I realize that Africa is also a place to LIVE with its own charm and its own pace. Nobody can beat the Sudanese and the Malawian for their friendliness. No country can beat Kenya, Tanzania and South Africa for their vast wilderness. Ethiopia is second to none when it comes to traditional dance and music. Addis Ababa, Nairobi, Dar es Salaam, Lagos are among the fastest growing cities in the world. I stop judging circumcision or body scarification, but simply accept them as different facets of cultures.

There was one country I decided to skip out of fear: Somalia, a country whose name has been synonymized with crimes, rapes, war and piracy. But just few days ago, I met a 27 y/o girl who hitchhiked through Somali and Somaliland all by herself. She’s hardly any bigger than me, and her backpack is twice as big as she is. “This is absolutely an amazing country, people are very warm and friendly. I had no problem at all traveling there alone,” she told me.  I couldn’t help but laughing at myself. I thought that I knew something, yet I still let myself fall into the classic trap of media’s brainwash. Forget what you’ve been taught, forget what you’ve been made to read. You can never understand a place and its people until you are there.

I believe that mutual understanding is the key to world peace, and traveling gives you the first hand experience to really understand the world around us. As we understand more, we judge less. As we judge less, we are more willing to accept, rather than to hate or to be afraid of, the differences. We will not hate somebody just because they are of different color, different religion, or different culture. We will not let the bombings done by few people turn us against the whole nation. We will see people as what they really are, rather than what the media or the government wants us to believe.

I’ve realized that traveling is a powerful educational tool. I’ve learned more in the last 18 months of traveling than in 12 years of schools: about history, geography, politics, cultures, business and almost everything else. I’ve used super innovative web and services in India, as well as advanced technologies in Israel. I’ve learned about filming by couchsurfing with an ultra talented director in Pune (India), following an aspiring actress to a bunch of film sets in Mumbai (India), hanging around with a globe-trotting guerrilla filmmaking group in Mombasa (Kenya). I’ve learned about gambling by watching my friends playing poker for a living in Kathmandu (Nepal), by working at a casino here in Dar es Salaam (Tanzania). I’ve learned about Tibetan Buddhism by staying with a Tibetan family in Sikkim (India), by meeting Dalai Lama. I’ve learned to sail, I’ve learned to rock-climb, I’ve learned to cook dishes from different countries, I’ve learned to make my own jewelry from recycling materials. As I travel, I’m introduced to many amazing ideas that I had never heard of, or thought that they would be possible.

My decision to start traveling is the best decision I’ve ever made so far, as traveling really helps me grow up. Traveling exposes me to different situations that help me understand my true self. Traveling teaches me to be independent, to be easy-going, to be adaptable, and to be tolerant. As I travel, I have a chance to meet amazing people: those who teach me, those who inspire me, those who become my best friends and those whom I’ve fallen in love with.

I know, I’m just damn lucky to be among the 0.001% of youths from developing countries who have a chance to travel. Traveling is still a privilege of people from developed countries where they have better finance and better passports. It hurts me that many people my age will never make enough money to get out of their countries to see what the world is really like. Even if we do, most of the times we are put back by the mission impossible to get the necessary visa. Those who were born with American, European or Australian passports will never understand how painful it is to always have to apply for visas way in advance for every single country with little hope that your visas will be granted. You can’t be spontaneous. You have to spend a lot of money. You have to gather a lot of resources. It’s like we are being punished for what we have no control over: for being born in the wrong country, for being born to parents with the wrong citizenship.

I have a dream, ridiculous it might sound, that every youth from developing country who has the guts to travel will be able to do it. I propose the establishment of a foundation, called Traveling as an Equal Opportunity Foundation (TEOF), that will help youths to achieve their dreams.

Eligibility to become a TEOF youth:

- Youths between 18 and 25.

- Fluent in English.

- Wish to travel.

TEOF will do:

- Advocate for “traveling as an equal opportunity”: Ministry of Foreign Affairs of every country should make it possible for TEOF youths to obtain the necessary visa to travel in the country.

- Sponsor visas.

- Provide information and consultancy.

- Provide financial support (limited).

TEOF will be run by youths and for youths with local chapters all over the world. The local chapters will make sure that traveling youths in their locality are not doing anything illegal. TEOF will provide support and consultancy, but TEOF youths are expected to be responsible for their own safety and finance.

Everything is still in the brainstorming stage. It will take a lot of effort and time, especially the first goal. We need your help. To show your support, please petition here.

Feedbacks are more than welcome.

Broke like a church mouse (as usually), I knew that the first thing I had to do in Tanzania was to find a job. A travel agent promised me 5000 Tsh/day ($1 ~ 1700 Tsh)  to do something on computers, but he required me to do a “night interview” so that he could “get to know me better”. $3/day with a creepy boss? I’d rather enslave myself to a rich bald white yacht owner so that at least I could travel around with him.

All the decent places asked me for a work permit, and the rest just gave me a salary that would barely keep me alive, let alone giving me some saving to go to the next country. I was wandering around when I saw the big flashy billboard advertising the biggest casino in Tanzania. Like a moth to a flame, I followed the signs and found myself in front of a casino. Before the security guy could stop me, I walked towards him and asked to meet the manager.

- Which manager?

- The biggest one.

- You have an appointment?

- No.

I thought that he would have probably thrown me out by now, but he talked to somebody on his walkie-talkie and told me to me to wait. Soon, I was led in to meet a tall blond lady with a Russian accent. I told her that I wanted a job. She looked at me from tip to toe:

- Well, we are actually looking for a microphone girl. You saw all the girls in the casino now? She has to be prettier.

- …

- I think you could be pretty. But now you look like a hobo. Come back tomorrow, all dressed up so that I could see and judge.

I came back the next day. I proudly told the security guy that this time I had an appointment. He called the general manager. Judging from the conversation, it seemed like she had totally forgotten me. But he told me to wait anyway. “For how long?”. He shrugged. So I bitterly waited. Finally she appeared with a microphone and told me to say something to everybody there.

- What should I say?

- Like welcoming everybody and introducing yourself.

So here I was, in a casino, having no idea what was going on but forced to speak on a microphone while everyone around was staring at me. But well, if you have to do it, do it fast. I had no idea what I was rumbling. It must be pretty awful, ‘cos the GM laughed.

- Well, at least you are not microphone shy. Wait, I need to figure something out before I can offer you anything.

15 mins later, she called me into her room.

- We need you here 3 days a week, 3 hours a day from 9 to 12. It doesn’t pay much, but we don’t ask for much from you either. Are you sure you want to work with that amount of money?

She must have felt really sorry for me. Anyone who has been to Dar in the last year will understand how ridiculously expensive things here have become. To have a comfortable life here, you need at least $1500/month.

- For me at the moment, working is not all about making money, but rather about collecting stories. And I think a casino is where I can find some interesting stories. (Damn, what the hell was going on in my head at that time!!!? I should have bargained for more eh).

She smiled and handed me a brown envelope.

- Good. Here are few hundreds bucks. Go and buy yourself some nice dresses and makeup so that you could look like a girl. Remember, your job is to become the most beautiful girl in the casino.

That’s how my job at the casino started. Actually, “job” is too fancy a word for what I’m doing there. Other than being the MC for about 10 minutes every day, the rest of my job is basically just walking around and looking pretty. It’s such a no-brainer that I’m pretty sure if chimpanzees look good, I’d probably lose my job to one of them.

Something that rather put me off on my first day at work, but I’ve gotten used to is that 90% people there think that I’m a prostitute. My job involves a lot of talking with all the big players, and as a consequence, I’m having few millionaires, and even billionaires, offering me “friendship” with a lot of financial benefits. I never give my number to anybody there, but the managers there do.

- Sorry Chip. They are the biggest players. We have to give them whatever they ask for.

So when they call, I just plainly tell them that I’m not selling my body.

After being rejected several times, a billionaire told me:

- What’s wrong with you, Chip? Girls can kill to be in your position. When opportunities arrive, you have to put your principles away.

- Nothing’s wrong with me, Sir. If I were desperate and that were my only way out, I’d probably take it. But now I’m happy with what I have, why should I force myself to do things that I don’t like?

(to be continued)

31
Oct

On the Road

   Posted by: Chip Tags: , , , , ,

On the bus to Yabello, it struck me how different the bus conductor looked from the rest of us. He looked comfortable. While everyone was trying to fit ourselves in, some held their bags tight, some looked around warily, some stirred restlessly in their seats; the bus conductor just sat there, leisurely looking out of the window. He knew the bus, he knew where it was going to, he knew what he was supposed to do and what to expect out of it. On his bus, he had nothing to be scared of.
Each of us is comfortable where we belong to.
A bus conductor is comfortable on the bus.
A sailor is comfortable on the boat.
A traveler is comfortable on the road.
I’m comfortable on the road.
I might not know where I am going to, but I know that I’m "going". Somewhere.
“If you don’t know where you want to go, any road will take you there.”