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| I am so nauseous. Oyyyy. Stuck at a hostel in Moscow so that I can be closer to the communal toilets. I think a bought of food poisoning has really nailed me. It started in Siberia, and I thought I had licked it, unfortunately, I think it's chosen to stick around for a little bit. Although I know that I'll be glad that I chose to stay for a few days on my own once my habitat group left this morning in retrospect, right now I really want to be home, next to a clean toilet, with my mom hovering over me to make sure that I get better quick. Being sick, alone, in a foreign country, amongst strangers at a hostel is not my idea of fun, but it is character building . . . to which I reply, I've got plenty of character, no need for more of this! I was walking back from the Red Square where I attempted to be cultured and attend a few museums, where all I really was doing was rushing through in hopes of making it back in time before I threw up on some Russian artifact where the former KGB would bum rush me . . . didn't quite make it. Got sick on some bush on the sidewalk on the way back, and then again at the hostel. Oyyyyy. The combination of the food poisoning plus the five hours of jetlag are really punishing on the body. I've got a million more flight miles ahead of me and three more cities before I make it home on Wednesday. Right now all I want to do is sleep and wait for it to all go away. The joys of being independent and adventurous, sometimes. | | |
| I'm on the other side of the world. Ulan Ude, on the Russian border near Mongolia. Being the only Asian person on my team, I actually fit in better here than in Moscow. Funny how the world doesn't really feel that different, no matter how foreign it is. | | |
| Oh, and since I haven't done this in awhile . . . life updates! I'm in the process of moving back to the bay area and am apt hunting in SF. I've got a few more trips to new parts of the world before I start work in the fall, but this pretty much sums up my last six months or so:
I graduated from HBS, my parents were really proud :)
I finished the Boston Marathon!
I hiked to the top of Mt. Kilimanjaro, although it nearly killed me . . .
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| I'm taking off today on a whirlwind tour of the world going east.
SFO-DTW-LGW-(bus)-LHR-MIL-SVO-ULD
Which translates into San Francisco to Detroit to London Gatwick taking a bus to London Heathrow to Milan to Moscow to Ulan Ude where I'm starting my three week volunteer trip with Habitat for Humanity's Global Village program, right along the border of Russia and Mongolia.
The flight back shouldn't be as bad, I hope.
I'm leaving today and I won't arrive in Moscow until Saturday morning, nearly 48 hours of flight time. I've brought four books and a blanket.
Wish me luck!
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| I cry during really sappy movies. I cry during really sappy, bad movies. Let's not even get me started on the ones that are worth getting vaguely emotional about. I don't know when it started. Maybe in my teens. Maybe in puberty. It just comes, so easily, the tears, the empathy, putting myself in that spot and feeling how sad it must be (if not horribly hollywood contrived). Still, I don't care, it brings tears to my eyes. I've tried to stop it. I've tried to hold them back. I'm terribly unsuccessful. It's embarrassing. I sit there in the middle seat on a transatlantic flight and I'm tearing up watching something along the lines of the princess diaries. Tears of joy when the guy finally gets the girl, tears of redemption when the girl is finally revealed, tears of sadness to watch love unrequited. It's just not normal. Does anyone else in the world deal with this? Or am I the biggest sap alive?
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