Mind Travel, Time Travel, Space Travel
Travel is beyond surface beauty of landscapes, nature and view. Travel is also culture crossing, globalisation, and time travel.
Go to India - Delhi, Taj Mahal, Tharr Desert, Hampi, Pink City, White City, Blue City, Goa, Dharamsala... The narrow streets, markets, foodstalls, chai shops, traffic, rickshaws, buses. *blink* - 1950s - 1970s. The villages in Lithuania, forests, lakes, Pagan crosses reminds me of the heavy cast iron mugs in Medieval times. The working crowd here are hopeful, ambitious, driven and forceful. Porto, dances in a somewhat 1990s beat. Spain is in a totally different language :) London zapps you back for shopping, spending; go underground and it's hip and happening with the fast growing rebels of bureaucratic living. Trance parties are like in space, everything seems alittle more strange than usual, people seem more natural than usual, and the world seem to gather with representatives of each continent. Always you can ask, "Where are you from?"
After this question, the identity is held strong, but the borders, that we are from different places, is crossed. Communication. We are all from same planet aren't we?
My "doing nothing" here in Europe is unforgivable. You can judge me. Infact, I haven't visited half of Europe, something which most people would cover in one trip, in 2 months perhaps. But about meeting the people, I am loving it. And I've seen my first snow in Kaunas. I spent most of my time dreaming. Here I meet my dreams and find new ones. What we will do without dreams? Sometimes I could visualise the thin boundaries separating dream and reality diminishing. Chasing a dream, living a dream. :)
I'm now in London. Intially I was really depressed from leaving Lithuania, and absolutely lost in my first days here. Speak to no one, nothing to give. Forced myself to go for some party, somewhere. Then suddenly the city takes me, slaps you in the face and says "hello" to me. Welcome to London. No food and drinks in the club, and they took my chocolates from the bags. "Sorry love, it's the club rules," they say. 18 pounds entrance. Wow. But anyway music was great, party was alright and hey, no sense comparing. I don't think I see much of this place yet, I don't feel too much about just going to town to "see it". It was enough excitement crashing in the squat and going to their party to meet some people. Last night in the squat party, someone said to me, "... I always am excited to meet someone from other side of the globe," I replied, "Can you imagine how I feel being here now, on the other side of my globe?" :)
Earlier in the night I met up with some friends at the bar, talked about life and living. Where to go next, where is better. They mentioned about Singapore. I questioned my doubts about Singapore once again, an attempt to prepare myself for home coming. Home. Why I didn't like it enough even though I grew up there, why the effects of conditioning didn't happen for me so I wouldn't doubt home. Is it purely a psychological phenomenon where the moon is bigger, brighter and better somewhere else? Or was it real fears that I face about being conformed involuntarily and subconciously to the bureaucratic rule of the goverment? It's clean, convenient and comfortable in Singapore, the 3Cs. These are good things. But the law is crazy. No gums, no littering, no spitting, no smoking, no vandalism, no loiterring, no nudity, no illegal gatherings, yes canning, yes death penalty. Perhaps it's time to stand up to these fears, to break down the protective walls the goverment has build for us. It's time to open up and grow up. Don't protect us, let us learn. We are ready.
Yesterday was 5th Nov, Bonfire Night. Lots of fireworks display going on around here.
"Remember, remember, the 5th of November..."
