“Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is ‘Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.’”
— Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty to Think So?
For you, my traveling friend.
(Source: ethereally)
Attended Fete de la Musique the other night. It was pretty fun. My friends and I arrived late, but I’m glad that we caught the entire set of French band Naive New Beaters—they were really good! Those guys know how to put up a good, albeit eccentric, show. Unfortunately, they were really the only band I got to watch. Fortunately though, it was because I spent the rest of the night (till morning) sitting by the curb having some beer (and soju for Christ’s sake) with a traveler I have had a pleasure of meeting in Boracay and some friends of his from his hostel here in Manila. My Facebook friends list has grown immensely since my trip and it’s exciting that they’re all from different corners of the world. Travelers are just the best kind of strangers you’ll ever meet.
(Source: lattedaysaint)
Rain was washing away the summer
and with it
the reality that you ever existed.
(Source: lattedaysaint)
I just got back from what I can say is the best trip I have ever gone on! I have been to this lovely island before (but I didn’t quite enjoy the last time very much, to be honest), but fuck. This time is a whole different story. It’s true, what they say: this place is magical. You just gotta open up and let it all happen to you. I YOLO’d the shit out of my five days there with a little help from my friends (which is reason enough to celebrate really, cos I’m such a fucking killjoy), and I’m glad I let them. It was such an amazing trip. It’s been two days since I got back and I’m still a bit drunk—with sun, sea, and Two Season’s cosmopolitan.
(Source: lattedaysaint)
