“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” – Henry Miller

Five cups of coffee a day, overnight conference calls, eyes and fingers constantly stuck on the smartphone, face eternally hidden behind a massive landslide of files… that was my life two years ago. I recalled the moment just before my grandpa passed away, he uttered, “In my life, I have no regrets.”  My heart skipped a beat.  From that moment on, I had decided that I would live a life that I could look back on with a satisfied grin on my face, just like my grandpa.

So, 20 months ago, I resigned from my job, grabbed my backpack, and embarked on a journey which is still continuing up till this day.

With a job that paid well, it was a tough decision to make. I was going to give up a stable income and career prospects in pursuit of a life full of risks and uncertainties.  But I never regretted making that decision. This journey has brought me beyond the realm where the stock market dominates people’s daily conversations, to many remote corners of the world where people would greet, thank, hug and kiss each other with all their heart and without any reservation.  It has also taught me to embrace the moment and make every minute count.

All the life skills gained from difficulties I had to solve alone or with others, all the limits pushed from the countless number of first-times, and all the inspiration gained from interesting conversations with people from all walks of life….ultimately, through laughters and tears, this is a journey of self improvement, in ways that I would not have imagined had I been within the safety and comfort of my own home.

This blog will be a recollection of some stories I had on the road.  I hope it will inspire you to pick up your backpack tomorrow and embark on an odyssey to the diverse and colourful world!





Donkey is a form of transport too!

I travel only by road or by sea, avoiding any flights unless it is impossible to go overland. I have the gift of being able to sleep soundly in any kind of surroundings, be it on the platform of a train station with people walking back and forth, or squeezed in the corner of an overcrowded bus which is speeding on a winding bumpy road. Though a bit self-abusive and time-consuming, often I was rewarded with a rocking time spent with the locals and of course, wonderful scenery that one wouldn’t be able to see from a plane.

For accommodation, I would normally stay in the cheapest hostel listed in the guidebooks, otherwise I would couchsurf. Occasionally I would also get invited to stay with local families, strictly out of pure hospitality with no profit intended.

Sometimes, you get a bit of luxury......

.....but most of the time, you just gotta rough it.