Have you seen this short film? Do.
A crush.Or, more literally, to swerve but not crash.
Frase della settimana. I’m starting something new, an Italian phrase of the week. This week’s…
Non sono affari di tuoi.
None of your business.Something we’ve been told we’re allowed to say when our teacher asks us a million questions about our lives.
Manukau Heads Lighthouse
It rained as soon as I got there but quickly cleared up – as per usual in Auckland.
In other news, here’s a very tired Kendra camouflaging her coffee.. so they don’t know how many cups she’s had?
I thought I might start posting in my blog again, and what better way than with the news that my resident visa for New Zealand has been approved.
Always loved Finley Quaye’s Your Love Gets Sweeter, now discovered I also love many of his other songs.
Great stop-motion short on passion, purpose and our fleeting lives, from Zealous Creative.
All-Bran + chopped dates = surprisingly good.
I don’t know what’s in New Zealand milk but it gives everything a hint of toffee. (Maybe I’m just having a lengthy stroke.)
Side note, I’m a legitimate human being again: new phone number, new bank account, new temporary job. Now all I need is a house, a garden and a cat. Maybe a chef. And a bartender. And an orchard. And the house needs to be on a cold, but sunny, cliff by the sea with a rough path leading you through shoulder-high plants towards a desolate and temperamental beach. Where is that?
It’s been difficult to see the forest for the trees because these trees have been enormous rotting things, liable to topple over and crush me at any moment.
Viet Nam, for me, has been the place where good things only happen with equal measures of bad – unblemished moments being few and far between. (Of course in the grand scheme of the world at the moment, that’s not so terrible a thing.)
Things I will miss
- xe om rides
- garlic rice
- that com suon place
- that com ga place
- flowers for ~$3
- happy hours
- my close friends
Things I have gained
- a short temper (and the ability to deal with it)
- a distrustful mindset
- probably diabetes
Things I happily leave behind
- the male-female dynamic, specifically between expat men and Vietnamese women
- the entitled behaviour and inevitable seediness that befalls expat men
- hipster travellers
The worst thing to happen to me in Saigon wasn’t when my taxi driver attempted to drag me – albeit with too little strength to make a difference – back to his cab because he thought I was skipping out on the bill. It wasn’t when a boss forced me to pay $300 for an error in a map we were designing. It wasn’t even when I was held up at knife-point by ~8 young guys wanting my friend’s backpack of camera equipment – which I happened to be wearing.
The worst thing was the millions of opportunities that in the end never amounted to anything – just time lost, trust lost. Case and point: I signed a work contract and spent five months preparing a million work permit documents, while rejecting potential work because the permit “could come through at any moment“, only to be told on the second day of work that they had nothing for me to do and couldn’t hire me. All that time and money wasted, all the potential work lost. Not to mention the general feeling of helpless dejection, and distrust for locals and expats alike.
I learned to always expect things in Viet Nam to fall through, to take too long to be useful, or to happen in no way that is beneficial.
The best thing? I’m not sure just yet, but I’m hoping that – when the forest is back in focus – my time here will have defined in me a greater amount of empathy and some ability to worry less about whether or not things will go to plan.
Alternatively, you have been the greatest thing about Viet Nam. The you’s who were there for me when I was in need; the you’s who let me be there for them in a similar capacity. You brought me through the other end. I won’t say we’ll ever see each other again, but I will always wish I could bring you – and every you from every country I’ve lived in – to an island just for us.