April 28, 2023 | Leave a comment Trying to convey an entire month, two months tardy, is a terrible idea. [su_spacer size=”40″] [su_spacer size=”40″] Monthly Mood: Flying With Beer [su_spacer size=”30″] e na vida a gente tem que entenderque um nasce pra sofrerenquanto o outro ri —tim maia [su_spacer size=”30″] The camera roll claims that February Vivian ate flying noodles and salty nose dives. Rainy day waves smashed, dragged, and flipped her protesting body as she wondered if all the hours she practiced surfing in Sri Lanka were just a figment of her imagination. [su_spacer size=”20″] Feb Vivi smoothie bowled and avo toasted her way to the end of the month, when she boarded a couple flights towards ~~~ Angkor Wat ~~~ [su_spacer size=”40″] [su_spacer size=”30″] mas quem sofre sempre tem que procurarpelo menos vir acharrazão para viver —tim maia [su_spacer size=”30″] Day 1847 27 February 2023 Nha Trang → CXR → SGN → REP → Siem Reap I am laying over this humid afternoon at some lounge. Being the only lounge that would accept my Priority Pass and crusty ass, it is highly mediocre. Three chilly ruby ales remain in the fridge. Only. It bugs me that I’m not stashing one for my friend. She is waiting for me in Cambodia. Can a can ‘o’ cold beer survive in a cabin bag? [su_spacer size=”40″] No checked fish sauce. [su_spacer size=”40″] Earlier, on the first of two flights, the plane takes off over rows of soft, longboard waves. As we penetrate overcast skies, my gaze fixates on the dark hues of the local beach break while my Trip flashed through my mind. Blips of the last five and a bit years become a montage, as with every time I am alone on public transit. The highs, lows, and pressure of COVID years in India. Out of breath atop Nepal’s infamous passes with half the amount of atmospheric oxygen compared to sea-level. Salty breath holds and violent 360s in unforgiving swells breaking over sharp reefs. [su_spacer size=”40″] Don’t forget protection. [su_spacer size=”40″] Grueling hitchhikes and buses, tears, growth, babying myself. Changing my inner dialogue, affirmations, noticing I didn’t love myself and learning how to. [su_spacer size=”40″] [su_spacer size=”50″] 27 is a good year. My roaring mid-twenties took me around a hefty swath of the world and now I’m here flying with beer. [su_spacer size=”50″] [su_spacer size=”40″] ver na vida algum motivo pra sonharter um sonho todo azulazul da cor do mar —tim maia [su_spacer size=”40″] This photo, this photo. It seems like one week I am doing your homework Bufan, and the next I wake up to my first morning in Cambodia with heaps of Instagram spam about how we are 15 minutes apart. By accident. By fate. Eight years ago we met trekking Kili, we tried to go to Laos in January and bailed on the idea, and all along it was so easy to just walk out the door and have a vegan coffee for me, a chutney toast for you. (note to reader: this is not the friend i nabbed the beer for) [su_spacer size=”40″] obsessions: longyan ice creammulberry winepitaya smoothie bowlsbuckwheat pancakessalted egg yolk croissantssalted coffeegrab jacketscxr lotus loungedragonfruit smoothiesalmond milk cappuccinoshighlands cold cup [su_spacer size=”20″] currently reading: the beauty myth by naomi wolf [su_spacer size=”40″] [su_spacer size=”40″] Previous Monthly Mood: 27 Is A Good Year Explore my full archive of Vietnam and Monthly Moods. Learn more about this round-the-world solo trip. [su_spacer size=”40″]