to be free

got back from vietnam today (yesterday) after a week there with 2 friends. the trip had been in half-fucked discussion for quite some time, until we got bored last wednesday and tried to book tickets for the next day (which failed, ended up leaving on friday).

we stayed at a backpackers' hostel for over half the trip and met a whole shitload of ang mohs there, and also came to realise that we were total noobs compared with some of them who have have sold their house and gave up everything to travel, or this guy who met a couple who have been on the road for 5 years straight.

it was strange meeting all these people (ang mohs, the number i talked to on the trip is more than i had in my entire life combined) who can just travel alone for weeks and months, and i imagine that it must feel great that your only worry is where to go next, and how long more before your money runs out.

the thing about holidays is that it always sucks to be back home and suffering from holiday-hangover, just like i am now. i'd probably be going somewhere else soon, anyplace where there're things to do. just not here.