At 15 I yearned to travel and write stories of adventures, inspired by Biggles, Ernest Hemmingway and that Hardy Boy ripoff series about two brothers who travelled the world saving animals.
At 22 with a job in Nike I travelled but instead of postings abroad I was more than happy to stay days, weekends, weeks from Hong Kong to Portland. I saved and scrapped for that one month holiday to Nepal. ANd the momentum gained. Travel has been part of my life but never ever was i close to ever getting a job abroad. I did not have the paper qualifications (make that a degree) to ever qualify for a multinational company and so I remained contented in weekly excursion across borders.
Now with 2 extra years tagged onto 40 i get an offer to move abroad. But its me so it's not New York or London or Hong Kong.
Where some of the sexiest women in South East Asia reside.
Also I would need to oversee a Singapore office which details are not too clear.
So with age now catching up with me and the wanderlust somewhat satiated after more than two decades of travelling, I am actually quite content to stay in my comfort zone and when you are thinking more about the jakarta traffic instead of the sexiness on display, you just KNOW you're getting old.
However, Jakarta is close to Bali and Bali has beaches and mountains and cheap beers. That bar by the beach will happen folks. Even if ITS JUST a wooden plank and a roof. This is a promise I make to you all. And drinks will be on the house for all of you when it happens. Except Langkau of course. Your quota is 3 jugs for the first night.
I believe the next year will see me put the foundations of where I will live out my old age. I think anyway. Beaches call me. Corporate politics suck the sweat off my balls on a daily basis and simplicity does not bring along high blood pressure and cholesterol along for the ride.
Beach, babes and beers. What else to want eh?
wait, did i digress somewhat?