Journey into the Orient

It's only 3 days now. It definately took a while, but it's here, my excitement I mean.

It's kind of exhilarating and a tad scary, the thought of being by myself in a foreign land.

What is this "journey" going to mean for me? I mean what significance will it have in my life.

Will I come back different? Or will I come back the same? Am I going to gain some kind of cultural understanding of my heritage, maybe greater tolerance of mainlanders in Australia (in case you haven't heard I kinda dislike them), maybe it'll make me a better person because I did something selfless for the world? Maybe it'll be boring. Or maybe, it'll be sick fun.

One thing is for sure, there are a hell of a lot of "maybes" and not very many "for sures" (I don't think it's a word).

Humga has inspired me to make a short film about this. I kinda want it to be a bit of a documentary I guess maybe a bit of a blog. But with...a more serious element. You guessed it, it's going to be called Journey into the Orient. I can't wait to meet these village folk, get dirty looks from Chinese people who realise I can't speak Chinese, and squat in toilets to take a dump (sweet I can get a nice work out for my quads, all I need to do is less reps, and place my luggage back on my back).

That's all for today.

Tofa.