Wish us luck

You know how weird life is?

I was looking forward to the long trip, and then there I was breathing in the European air, then missing home, and at times in the midst of everything enjoying the time alone, away from the environment I am familiar with. And now, I am back.

This probably won't be my only trip to Stockholm, but 2 weeks in Brussels, there probably won't be one again, at least not in the near future. Sometimes, you got to appreciate things in life. Time passes so fast that if you don't enjoy the moment, you will probably never know what is the worth of living. Can't debate this.

I would probably do a round of field visit to the Country offices (something that I am looking forward to, especially after my extremely enriching trip to Bangladesh), and then another annual company trip coming up in Sept/ Oct. Despite the travel plans, P and I (as planned) are ready for the next big phase of our life.

So, wish us luck!

坐飞机

太棒了！又要回家了！

亲爱的祖国，我们五天后见！

Day 14

Tired but don't feel like sleeping. I know it's weird.

It's my 14th day away and I am missing home.

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Last leg

On the train, going back to Brussels from London.






Finally it's wrapping up and now I'm at my last leg of the crazy-round-the-North trip. Enjoyed London a lot. It's definitely the place to be (for me). The most interesting city visited in this trip, IMO. Love the juxtaposition of new against old, the orderliness and the close resemblance of Singapore to her (latter with less taste of course). On the other hand, Paris gave me headaches. Too many people, too crowded and almost an overly rated tourist trap. City of romance over crowded with tourists can't be that much of a place for love and sex. Instead, overwhelmed by chaos it is. And I was tired in Paris and extreme fatigue probably had affected my experience of the city. Paris again? Probably not. France is not my cup of tea, but you can offer me Italy!

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Brain dead

I am really tired.

First stop

Fifth night away from home.
Second last night in Stockholm.

Love the city but missing home. Enjoying the time spent, the mind boggling discussions/meetings.
Paris, London, Brussels, Brugge. All a few days away, also signalling more solitary.

About Swedish meatball

Told my boss I would be looking for Swedish meatballs when I get to Stockholm and she said maybe it's easier getting them from IKEA Singapore.

LOL

Excited, but missing home already. 20 days away is a long trip

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