the shits have finished, thats the good news! i dunno what caused it, maybe the singapore air?
i was a bit surprised at the drop off point, so many homeless people on the street alseep, kids and adults alike.
i was grateful to see a cop van nearby. i found an atm and then went straight to the mcdonalds for breaky. i had a quick chat with the locals who pointed me to the subway station, then i headed to the twin towers, i was a little tired and still feeling a bit lost, but i eventually found the right place, and luckily i was up close, so after an hours wait, i got the first ride up, the 9am one, first come, first served!
the view from the bridge wasnt bad. although the 15 mins alotted was all u needed up there.
then it was straight up to the 88th floor, u couldnt see people from there and the buses looked smaller than toys from there.
alot of people were asking each other for photos, and again i was mistake for staff! damn that shirt! lol
i had been bacon and eggs, and wrote my final postcards for the trip. i went to a pc bang, where i realised i was tired and my shoulder was knackered, so i called my friend Z, who said I could stay with him and his friends Tomas and Valerie.
on the way, i met the best taxi driver i had experienced in years, an Indian man, very intelligent and sincere, so i gave him a good tip when we finished the ride, but he was too good a man to take it.
Z and the mates and I hada few beers, it was a nice way to relax, dinner was simple,and the kids tried to teach me how to read english, so cute! but by 12 i was knackered, so i crashed out on the floor, i needed it.
Day 22, there are no photos for this day.
the end of the journey, as i write this, i wonder, years to come what will I say about this trip? did it have a profound affect on me or was it just me in another place?. these questions, i cannot answer now. just content and peaceful is all i feel now.
I woke up at 7.30 and at 8.30 Z said good bye. Tomas arranged my taxi and shortly after 10, I was away.
I got into a long talk with the airasia counter people, and we exchanged facebooks as they wanna go to Korea, and I maybe able to help them here.
Later I met Damien, a guy I know from Korea, but honestly I dont know where, hes a Napier, Hawkes Bay lad, much like myself, and thats why counts!
then I met another guy, who irronically i had met at the start of my trip, he was on the same plane, but going to Myranmar lol.
and of course on the plane, i got talking to some cool cats, and that off course has been the theme of this trip, its been grand indeed! the best yet!
This is my original journal from my holidays last January, all 22 days of them, the photos are on facebook for it.
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