Thursday, 24 November 2011
Sunday, 20 November 2011
i managed to go to Tibet after resigning from work
with a huge financial help from my parents.
i went with some random backpackers with different personalities.
the closest friends i brought was my bracelets that i wear all the time.
i cried from happiness during the 44 hrs train ride from Chengdu.
i made friends with two inner mongolians and we exchange home address
and they gave me a big big hug by the time we have to say goodbye :')
i felt very close to the sky
despite all that. do you know what's the worst part about this trip?
it's going back home.not knowing how to survive on my own.
and not knowing when can i have another getaway