It’s not the destination, but the journey.

BULLSHIT!

As much as I love to visit new countries and cities, I absolutely hate the journey in between.

I try to sleep well in the night before, wear comfy clothes, eat good meals and drink water, but my body just doesn’t like the traveling. I feel nauseous, tired and cranky most of the way through.

I always make sure I have enough time at every stage of the trip, no stress if I can make it and I have everything organised well. I’m not a drug dealer or illegal immigrant either, and I know how to pack my liquids, so don’t have to stress about passing the security checks.

I actually feel more at ease once in the plane, because we are moving somewhere, the waiting part is the worst.

So here I am, trying to make the best of it by writing an update on my travels half across the world.

Okay, it’s not actually that bad this time, because we got lucky, like almost won the jackpot -lucky yesterday. When we were checking in for our flight, Finnair informed that the flight is seriously overbooked and they are looking for volunteers to change flights, with compensation of course. It took me less than a minute to get on the phone and offer to change up our itinerary.

We are currently in Hong Kong, and we are about to board a ten hour flight to Helsinki, Finland. We had to leave about five hours earlier from Hua Hin to Bangkok airport, but we should be back at home the same time as originally scheduled. Because this drastic change and huge trouble, Finnair gave us both a 600€ girf card to use on their services. 600 fucking euros!! That is pretty much plain tickets to anywhere Finnair flies!!

Ps. I’m sure this happened because of the good karma I gathered because I gave some money to a homeless person in front of the 7/11 couple nights ago. I actually said to my friend ”for good karma”, as I dropped the money. I’m no altruist.

Where should I go?

_{Maybe come back to Hong Kong because it sucks being in a country you have never been before and only see the airport.}