When you go to a place that is swathed in rolling clouds, you know you can't be far from heaven.

And I don't mean it metaphorically. Genting was a therapeutic experience, in every aspect.

I guess the biggest thing I've learnt to see is that traveling isn't at all about the food, the scenery, the theme park rides, the unbearable amount gambling and the sinfully comfortable accommodation. It has always been about its people, and whatever else you discovered about them. And if you traveling alone, then it would all about you. Just you.

Coming back to this little room of mine, what calls to mind are not the colours of the exotic plants and flowers I've snapped photos of; and neither do I miss the addictive tea-eggs that I've voraciously devoured. The only things that left a mark are the memories that were collectively shared. And really, that is all that matters.

I have to say that this weekend getaway came at the right time. I don't recall having a proper (and well-deserved) holiday ever since the Hong Kong + China trip last year. The mindless repetition of the daily routine has burnt a huge hole in my half pounder, and as the debris pile up, I find myself breathing harder and harder as the days go by: possible indication of a heavy heart. I am probably just a case study example of the problem that plagues our entire society.

Not that I wanna get too philosophical with this, but I was hoping that I can do some self-discovery during the 2 days, to really BREATHE and INHALE, and not just respire to get by.

It went just as I've planned. I mean how could anything have gone wrong? The air up there was so good there was nothing comparable to it. Besides, I wasn't just taking in air, I was immersed in the smell of pine and untainted precipitation. The experience was heavenly, especially the feeling of having blown-up cotton at your fingertips.

I was breathing. And once in a really long time, I am actually aware of it.

I guess travelling really shines a different light on things for me. Ultimately, everyone around you is the same. We all struggle to make it through the day, and we all have the same shitty things to deal with every now and then. The perfect getaway is all about going to a place where nobody knows you, a place that empowers you with the freedom to shout, to cry, to laugh and to go bananas without much of an obstruction. And although ten million other people might have visited the same attractions as you, every individual takes away something different. And that fact alone, is fascinating.

And of course, I've discovered new things about 8 other very special people. Without you guys, the trip wouldn't have been possible, so thank you very much. You guys are beautiful and these very words come from the bottom of my heart. :)

Last but not least, let me end this travelog with one of my all-time favourite quote: "Only he that has traveled the road knows where the holes are deep.” And isn't that true for our lives as well?

:)

おやすいみ。

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