Challenges in Travelling through Europe

Judging from all the Facebook and Instagram posts, everything in our Europe trip seems to be going well. Of course, when people ask you about your trip, you’d want to give them the positive side of it. The moon has a dark side, but no one needs to see it, right? But of course, this hasn’t been the case. All things considered, the trip is going pretty well, but during its course, there have been a few setbacks and challenges that we had to circumvent in some way or another.

Firstly, there is the basic problem of food. Of course when you’re back home European food seems very romanticized and luxurious, with festivals like Oktoberfest and food chains like Poulet and Chippy’s giving European food its good name. But the truth is, after a week’s worth of Western food, you tend to get very sick of it. In this part of the world, the variety of authentic cuisines available is very limited. The spices they use didn’t vary by a huge degree. You’d find yourself having a lot of salted meat and their staple food is either pasta, or potatoes. Forget about fragrant Thai rice and Roti Prata, these food items are a distant dream in a land so far away. So in the end, we ended up eating at Chinese or Indian restaurants when we could. Though it isn’t as authentic as the food back home, it kept our spirits up anyway.

You could also consider cooking a few meals now and then while you’re away. The average price of a filling meal here is about €10, and so if you have lunch and dinner outside every day, it would be €20 a day spent on food, and that is about S$30, which can take it’s toll on your wallet after a few days. The items sold at the supermarkets are surprisingly cheap, and most of the meat and cheese they sell here are much cheaper than back home because it is locally produced. Most AirBnb accommodations include a cooking area, while almost all hostels have a large kitchen for backpackers, so all you need to do is learn how to cook if you don’t already know!

Travelling within the city can be a problem if you’re not alert, because the train and bus systems here can be very complex. In Munich, there was a station with thirteen lines passing through it! You can imagine how hard it was for us to decode that at first. However, it was made much easier by clear signs on the walls and good colour coding. Some of the signs are displayed in a few languages including English, and the train maps are very clear. So far in Germany and Austria there have also been instructions given in English at the ticketing machines. This made purchasing tickets much more convenient and we hardly had to ask around. You just have to buy a day pass or a short-term pass for the few days you are staying and all you have to do is pay a lump sum. This will be cheaper and less of a hassle than getting one-way tickets every time. Unlike Singapore, there is not tap in area so it works mostly as an honour system. However, train conductors frequently patrol the metro, and if you’re caught without a ticket, no amount of play-acting can help you escape the hefty fine. You are much better off just getting the train ticket.

You may have heard many rumours of petty-theft being very rife in Europe. Unfortunately, these rumours are true. Though Europe is generally developed and bustling with economic activity, there will always be people out there who had received the short end of the stick and are desperate to cheat your money. They come in many forms: pickpockets, purse-snatchers, Gypsies and well, as we found out the hard way, two men posing as the German Police. What happened was, we were walking through a quiet street when two large men approached us and showed us their German Police IDs. They told us they needed to search us for drugs. At one glance we knew that they were fakes, but what could we do? If we tried to run but failed, we would most certainly be thrashed and our money would be taken anyway. We showed them our ID, passports and every thing while keeping a very close eye on their movements. The decisive moment came when one of them tried slipping some euro notes from Jasper’s wallet into his pocket while pretending to look through his passport. When your attention is diverted to the passport, you may not be so aware of your money being taken, but lucky for us, he saw what had happened and demanded for his money. The large man knew he couldn’t go on with his act, and so sheepishly put the money back in the wallet, smiled, and told us not to take drugs. We shook hands and they simply left us at the street corner, totally shaken but thankfully, after double checking, our possessions were untouched.

What we learned from that early incident was firstly, to never wander through small, deserted streets. If people wanted to corner you and demand for your money, there isn’t really much you can do. Secondly, you should always be wary of strangers who demand too much from you, or want to sift through your possessions. If it does come to that, keep a close eye on their hands, and not just on your belongings. They have only two hands, but you have way more belongings. They normally use passports and important documents to distract you so always, always observe where their hands go if you’re caught in such a situation. If they sense that you are alert, they will normally drop the act. There are more gullible people out there to cheat.

Just like how the moon only reveals one side of itself, most people only reveal the positive part of their trip. But overall I feel it’s important to show this elusive dark side, for in the final analysis, it gives depth and volume to the trip, and lifts it out of it’s two dimensional, happy-go-lucky feel. No trip can be problem-free, and I feel that a successful trip cannot exist without its own challenges. In return, these challenges will help you grow as a traveller. You become more careful and confident when approaching new experiences, and that is the intrinsic reward of travelling.

5 Reasons to Have a Travel Blog

On this Europe trip so far, I have written 15 blogs through four countries, and it has been quite interesting to observe (especially for myself) that I’m still going at it after all this time. Every single blog post isn’t easy to write, a lot of drafts are needed and photo selection and editing is especially tedious. So why Travel Blog?

1. It helps me calm down.

Sounds lame, but traveling can be pretty frantic and a lot of things can go wrong on the go. But somehow once I write it all down I feel better and reassured that it’s going to be ok. Writing helps me understand every situation better, like practice swings before the actual golf stroke.

2. There is a lot of transit time.

Plane rides, train rides, even bus rides. All these take up a lot of time. You can choose to sleep but even then you’d get tired of sleep. Some people read, others solve sudoku puzzles but I choose to write on the go. We all need that one activity that takes up a lot of time.

3. I don’t want to take any of this for granted.

As of this year, I’m only 21, and my army savings were never enough to sustain all this travelling. My parents were kind enough to help sustain these dreams, and I know that not many people are so fortunate in that sense. The last thing I want to do is let these experiences pass me by, to spend all that money and come back with only physical and material gain. Sure a lot of what happens on the road is intangible, intrinsic blah blah… I just feel that with every article, every post, I am one step closer to assuring myself that I deserve to travel, that I am doing my best to summarise and synthesise the experiences that come and go.

4. Memory will fail you.

In time, after the trip, after university, after I go to work, I wouldn’t be able to look back at this trip the same way. Things will be a blur. I remember the family trip to Spain just three years back. I can’t even remember the order of the cities, and what we did in each specific place. There were so many monuments, museums and historic places but it is all a blur to me right now. Even when you look though pictures, it still doesn’t fit together nicely. I chose to blog simply because I respect the fleeting nature of memory, I know that all I try to hold on to will just effortlessly slip away. I want to have something I can look back upon when I’m older so I can say for certain that I was there, doing what I did.

5. Because I like it.

Most importantly, I blog because I like to write. It all boils down to this. It’s not important if you get only two views for a blog that took 3 drafts and 2 days to write, neither is it important to garner likes and encouragement. My writing style is far from perfect and I have a long way to go, but I’m OK with that. What’s more important is that you stay true to yourself, and your passions. As humans, we all have our own methods of remembering things. Some keep a diary, others buy a nice DSLR, some just use instagram, others have cool Polaroids, a good many keep food journals. I chose to write, and it was the most courageous decision I’ve made in a long time.

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Europe, for All it’s Worth

Today, the moment has come, where I commence my epic backpacking trip to Europe. It will be two of us, Jasper and I, and will span four countries, twelve cities and fourteen UNESCO World Heritage Sites. I think it is going to be epic, and as far as epic trips are concerned, there was quite a lot of planning involved.

The planning started in November, even before I left my service in the army. We had the idea bubbling within our heads and we just had to find the dates. No one else could commit with the same amount of time, capital and intensity as the both of us, so it turned out that two would be the magic number. It wasn’t easy to source out all the dates, travelling times, attractions and various accommodation. All these logistical issues had to be resolved, and as a total stranger to these matters, to start with Europe was really intense.

This planning spanned the next three to four months. Now it’s really time to go. To take that plane and just fly off into the sky. I wanted to embark on this purely for the sake of travel. That was in the past, during the inception of this trip, where we were stifled and repressed by the army. A lot of things were denied to us so all we could do was wait for the hour hand to move.

Now that I’ve done so much more in the last few months after army, the purpose of this trip has evolved. Recently I’ve been becoming increasingly flustered and edgy for no particular reason. It was as if I was observing myself from a third person point of view. Physically I was there, but I felt like a separate entity, more concerned with the virtual world. I checked my phone a lot and couldn’t help but feel like this was not how it should be.

Now this is no longer just for the sake of travelling. In my bag are a bunch of random plain shirts, an empty notebook and a whole lot of brand new toiletries and a fresh new passport. There are no army shirts, school shirts, nothing anchored in the past. This trip has become the ticket for me to lose myself, to just go out there and explore, with my mind as fresh as hand picked lettuce. I think we all need that once in a while,to really go out there and get hopelessly lost.

So I’m glad, that we have the world to discover, a world that brings along so much promise when you’re viewing it in your early twenties. There is much to learn out there, and we’ll have no choice but to take it all in.

See you all, it will be a blast!

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Bon voyage to us.

A Dam that has Burst

I’m currently corresponding from a plane above the skies, flying off to Hong Kong. Yes! We’ve made it to this point where I’m finally that plane you see flying off in the sky into our holiday destination. Took it’s time but here we are.

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Such merriment hung over us like a puffy white cloud that does just enough to block out the blazing sun without inviting the rain. Maybe it’s because we’re not flying off to fight this time, or maybe it’s because our two year ordeal is over. Or maybe it’s because holidays are just fun in general. For me it’s all three I guess. Boy, it’s been so long. I feel like a dam that has burst. The pressure and longing for the two separated water bodies to be levelled has just been made possible. Nothing stands in our way from us and the world.

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May this be everything we’ve hoped for and more.

Airplanes

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I thought a lot about what my first post on this blog should be and I think I’ve got it. It’s two days away from Hong Kong, the first overseas trip that will kick start my ORD plans, and somehow here I am stuck on an island that a lot of bald, freshly shaven 19 year old guys tend to find themselves stuck on early in their army lives. It’s not important to know why I’m here, but the significance (and irony) cannot escape me.

I spent some of my most miserable yet memorable days here at the start of my army life. I recall one instance where I was on my first outfield here, myself a newly shaven army boy waiting in the darkness covered in sweat and grime. The sky was dark and the moon was absent, and as I looked up I saw a plane fly past. I ignored it at first but then another plane flew past, then another. I realised that these were actually passenger jets flying off from Changi airport and passing above this island. They could be on their way to Berlin, Istanbul, Johannesburg, Melbourne, San Francisco, Bali, Kobe, London, Budapest or to whatever far-off location. I imagined holiday goers, businessmen, families and youths packed on these planes, exploring the world, heading home or just going about their everyday occupations. That was when I felt a stab of intense longing fill up inside. I was weeks into my stint in army and had no such hope of freedom, no such plane rides awaited me where I could fly off into the horizon, a carefree man. All I had was my rifle and the opaque darkness that stretched ahead.

Sitting in the darkness last night, I saw these planes fly past again like I did 21 months ago. The only difference is, in a few days I will be in one of them flying over this island, saying a nice farewell to this life that has (thankfully) helped me treasure the new life that awaits.

This sounds really melodramatic and I don’t expect people to appreciate where I’m coming from, but I really look forward to this simple Hong Kong trip that has been denied to me since the start. It is not just a trip, but something almost symbolic. It is a rite of passage, the last step across the finish line that took so long to get to. It is the remedy for our immense longing. So here it goes. On Thursday I’ll be back on the mainland and on Friday we’re off to Hong Kong. I have to constantly assure myself that this is real, and that it will be amazing there. Because it will. Three more days, three more days, three more days! I can hardly wait…