Seven Months In

I passed my seven-month travel mark last Sunday. Aside from a week-long trip to Japan, there has been little movement on the travel front. Between a touch of travel fatigue (hey, travelling's fun and all, but try living out of a backpack for more than half a year) and the free room and board at my parent's place, Hong Kong became just a little too comfortable.

How comfortable was Hong Kong? Comfortable enough that there were two three-week periods sandwiched around my time in Japan. I got to sleep in my own room; in a proper bed. I got to completely unpack, totally emptying my backpack for the first time since I left Canada. I got to eat exceptionally well with my parents, family and friends, easily regaining all the weight I lost during my time in South America. But I also suffered a loss of momentum, which turned out to be somewhat paralyzing when it came time for me to choose the next stage of my trip.

I dithered between China, South-East Asia and Nepal for weeks. In the end, I finally opted for a month in Nepal. My main objective in that country is to trek, and the monsoon season starts in May. I purchased my airfare a week and a half ago, delaying my departure date just long enough so that I could celebrate my Mom's birthday with her in Hong Kong. That celebration was yesterday. (Happy Birthday, Mom!) Less than twenty-four hours later, I'm sitting in the departure lounge at Hong Kong International Airport. My backpack is full again, and (hopefully) heading to the cargo hold of that Airbus-300 sitting at the end of the jet-way. In eight hours, I should be arriving in Kathmandu.

It feels good to back on the road again.

Break's over.

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1. Six Months In
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