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凡杰人生如此， 浮生如斯，缘生缘死，谁知，谁知？情终情始， 情真情痴， 何许？何处？ 情之至！ 14/11/2009 吴哥窟 晨
这是吴哥建筑群里我最喜欢的一座寺庙。砖红色的石阶，在朝霞的映照下熠熠夺目。 那天清晨，无意间我成了那里唯一造访者——一份难得的静谧，对于吴哥来说。 六七十度的台阶不可谓不陡，手脚并用，略微狼狈地才登上了顶端。 放眼望去，柬埔寨一片片雨林在眼前展开。 终究吴哥还是宁静的时候最美，有些神秘，有些威严，还有些峻峭。
 带上面包，清晨四点出发，借着微微的路灯离开市区。 后来连路灯也隐匿了，只有擦身而过的汽车车灯指引前方的路线。 越接近借票口，越是热闹。尽管是临晨，突突车前赴后继地载着游客前来买票。 避过人流，继续前行，终于找到了湖边的观景处。三两对情侣守候在湖边，我是唯一落单的。 有游客的地方自然少不了缠人的小贩。 半美元的咖啡，驱寒之余也算是支援那批早起的当地小孩子吧——会讲英文，西班牙语和“你好”的机灵鬼~ 01/11/2009 拾贝
在海边不用费力就能淘到不少形状各异个珊瑚、贝壳，最特别的当然还是上面这个“蝙蝠侠”眼镜
在岛上的最后几天，大家把一些拾到的“宝贝”用蜡粘成了小海龟，一并摆放在我们做的project下面
季风来临，不知道这些能不能禁受住暴风雨的打击。 18/10/2009 爱情电影总结一下看过的值得回味的关于爱情的电影，至于被捧到天上的”经典”和得奖专业户自然不在所列范围内。 1、命运： Los Amantes del Circulo Polar 《极地恋人》：Ana, Otto, 回环的名字结构构暗示着两人注定相遇然后又分开的命运。西班牙的“电影禅师”胡里奥.密谭用哀而不伤的调子讲述命运，运用环形的叙事将一对恋人推向了悲剧的深渊，诗意版的《触不到的恋人》，和进化版的《向左走向右走》。
2、劈腿
一男两女的爱情到底还能讲出什么新意？爱情的三方没有强势，只有脆弱，感情怎么抉择，由谁抉择？还好，《两个情人》的好处在于它的优雅，自然，不矫情，不做作，当然还有杰昆.菲尼克斯息影之前奉上的本色表演。 3、小资： Before Sunrise 《爱在黎明破晓时》 ； Before Sunset 《爱在日落黄昏后》 一对男女于火车上邂逅，于维也纳街头漫步，于畅谈中了解对方，于太阳再次升起时分别，相爱却刻意不互留通讯方式，只是相约一年后同一个时间同一个地点再见。听上去很浪漫，但在逻辑介入后只能问：怎么会有这么傻的人？ 错过，然后是九年的等待，爱还在那里，青春却已不在。开放性的结局最后也没有给出答案，只是有句台词印象深刻：Memory is good, if it does not have to deal with the past. 4、责任
《廊桥遗梦》/《麦迪孙之桥》:如果一部讲述中年女人的婚姻与责任的电影，能够让男性观众看了也为之动容，那它一定有过人之处。（如果看到流眼泪也大方承认吧，一定要有自信你不是唯一被其打动的。） 如果说人们记住《南京南京》江一燕是因为那只举起的颤抖着的手，那么《廊桥遗梦》给人留下最深印象之一的还是斯特里普那只伏在车门上的踟蹰的手。看到这里，心里不禁默念，推开门吧，抛开就家庭，抛开理智，抛开责任，抛开一切，追寻如你所说的“这样确切的爱，于我一生只有一次”的感动。 “For me, such kind of certainty comes only once in a life time.” 5、毁灭： Revolutionary Road 《革命之路》 《廊桥遗梦》的结尾至少在心碎之后回归理性，看到了婚姻的希望；但是《革命之路》则把所有对婚姻的幻想撕得粉碎，剩下的是彻头彻尾的幻灭和久久不能平息的心。 萨姆门德斯目前为止最为低估的一部电影。 6、偏执： Breaking the Waves 《破浪》恋爱中的女人是偏执的，从青春少女沦落风尘，只因为半身不遂的丈夫的一句话：给我将讲你和别的男人的故事，这或可以治好我的病。 牧师在片尾说道她唯一的罪就是“being too good.” 拉斯冯特里尔较为正常的两部作品之一。（另一部为《黑暗中的舞者》） 7、蒙蔽 Sheltering Sky 《遮蔽的天空》 “A tourist is someone who thinks about going home the moment they arrive, whereas a traveller might not come back at all” 一段从一开始便没有归途的西非之旅；一对十年夫妻方在生离死别时才觉察到爱对方之深；可惜晚矣，爱情成为了壮丽的红色沙漠的陪葬，离去的已离去，留下的灵魂去已逝去。 “因为不知何时死之将至，我们乃将生命视为无穷无尽任意挥霍的源泉。” “一生中见过几次日出月落？或许有二十次吧？然而人们觉得一切都可以任意挥霍。” One Night in Bangkok.我是以严防死守的禁戒状态空降到曼谷的。行前Google以下曼谷的游记，就不难发现海量的关于当地埋伏于靠山路、大皇宫一代的各方骗子，招数五花八门；曼谷的出租车司机也以不打表、绕远路而享誉全球；长途汽车行李被盗事件，蜚声国际；然后又是排山倒海的大规模游行示威，一时间好不热闹。就这样，这些信息对人的影响是潜移默化的。于是我带着各方总结出的应对骗术的功略，带着对这个国家的种种先入为主的印象开始了这此旅行。 “什么？你在曼谷住的是宿舍？”知道的人大都会吃惊地反问一句。以曼谷的住宿价格和海量的GH(guest houses), 住宿舍确实有点亏。但当时的想法很单纯，住宿舍容易交朋友。 机场大巴上根本听不清楚司机报的站名，乘客越来越少，最后一名瑞典人下车之后除了我之外就只剩一人。（看来靠山路到底还是背包客的根据地，部分游客都跑到那里去了。）和这位 来自芝加哥的M后来成为了朋友，坐上同一辆大巴，定的同一间GH, 到了以后分到了一件房的上下铺。What are the odds? 当然旅行中的小概率事件自然不及其数，或者更恰当地说生活本来就是如此，只不过现代人在自己故有的生活圈子呆久了，就麻木了。 一切整理好已经是晚上10：30， M干从泰国南部回来，明天回美国，打算趁最后一晚在曼谷买些纪念品回家。我当然乐意奉陪啦，毕竟当时也没有意识到曼谷夜生活有多么光怪陆离。 沿着Silom 路走很快就是路过那条著名的“圈子”，从远处望去好不灯火闪烁，人声鼎沸，热闹非凡。随着越来越靠近那个区域，开始不断有突突车司机向我们靠拢，“Sir， sex show, sex show.” 快速躲闪过去，发现只是更深入了虎穴。路边站着的都会拿着照片向路人推销各种“秀”，也有的对人动手动脚，连拉带拽，想劝你到他家位于的小巷子里酒吧或massage。后来回来时走另一条路，谁知道抬头向对面望去，却见“Boy Street”招牌赫然的挂得老高… 把包挂在前面，双手随时提防着裤兜里的手机和钱包，在好一阵比肩继踵之后，终于突出重围，顿时觉得呼吸到了久违的新鲜空气。“You see this is Bangkok at night, really crazy.” M 总结说。 出了Silom,很快又恢复了正常，一切仿佛什么都没有发生过，只剩下路边的小吃摊在收拾残局。M闹着要尝尝烤蜘蛛、蜈蚣，服了… Lanpini Park 旁就是曼谷很有名的正规夜市，更之前混乱形成鲜明对比。M对于亚洲的什么都感觉新鲜，开始血拼。佛像，传统T恤，披肩，当然最后还有压轴的仿真“劳力士” 和“LV”。发现他买的所有东西都是给别人的 – 父母、兄弟姐妹、亲戚、朋友，直到走出市场他才想起，“Wait，I forgot to buy something for myself!” 然后又赶回去买了一个小型木雕Buddha. 不禁问自己，要是我来买东西，很可能最先都是给自己买呢…这就是差距。 M也深谙亚洲的讲价艺术，杀价绝对首先对半砍，或者只出三分之一，让卖家知道你对市场不是一无所知；然后双方继续在计算器上你来我往，最后的战利品就是M以700泰买了寒假3500泰的“劳力士” （ 汇率 1：5）。虽然是仿品（没有贴brand），但是做工（至少表面上的）确是相当精细，买不起真的，对着仿品也可以小小满足一下吧。毕竟手表之于男人就如？（候补答案：有待了解）之于女人。 M还有一个杀手锏就是告诉店主“I’m just back from India.” 结果真是屡试不爽啊！难道印度人都很会讲价？或者从印度旅游回来都会练就一身绝技？ 因为边走边聊，我们一直到临晨一点才走回GH。M原来趁着大学毕业来gap year, 旅行的一年，再回芝加哥继续学医。他问我为什么他很少见过中国的背包客一个人出来旅游；一时间我也不知道怎么回答，答案之一是他确实运气差，答案二的解释就五花八门了，签证、经济、社会压力、独立性、观念，原因有太多太多。难道我不愿意也来个gap year 啊？但是太多的因素stand in the way… 当然这点M是不会懂的， 他竟然还问“Why don’t you travel to the US?” “It’s obviously not a country that welcomes Chinese backpackers.” 我一时也火大。他也许永远也不知道办个北半球国家的“个人旅游签证”对于中国人有多难。 抛开这些，那天仍然是很奇妙的一次经历，特别是想到当天上午还呆在成都的家里，第二天临晨竟然在陌生的曼谷街头陪一个陌生人采购，对比如此强烈，以至于那天晚上一时难以入眠。
P.S. 现在回想起来，寒假的泰国行就像是一次"启蒙"，选择这里作为旅行的起点算是误打误撞撞对了。 寒假出行之前在成都的折扣书市买到了泰国的LP(Lonely Planet)，老板娘拍板向我保证去泰国绝对没有任何担心的。“你看我吧，英文完全不会，都去了三次泰国了，只有第一次是跟团，其他全部自己走。”“三次啊？”狐疑之中环顾四周，她的店铺摊位也不算太大，只好感叹老百姓的日子越过越好了... 一转眼已经坐在了飞机上，一聊才发现身边坐了两位资深的成都老驴夫妇。在我印象中四川人背包作环球旅游的确是不多，他俩算难得的一对吧~ 多年的自助旅行，他们也总结了一些经验，至今我仍然清楚记得。“我们的环球旅行就是从泰国开始的。那里就是背包客的练兵厂。” “一开始你可能觉得钱是旅行的关键，到后来你才会发现你最缺的是时间和精力。”“算算人有好多（多少）时间是用来工作学习，又有好多（多少）时间是真正你自己的？” “节约时间就是为了用省下的时间做更多的工作？”。。。 07/10/2009 记忆碎片—— 穷并快乐着的日子“这是什么鬼声音？”在从屋外高音喇叭里传来的男人的嘶吼声中，我从睡梦中惊醒，四周仍然一片漆黑，拾起手表，原来还五点不到。这是我第一次听到伊斯兰教念经，分贝之高，方圆五里之内无人幸免。后来才知道这一天五次的念经是穆斯林生活中很重要的一部分。
这不是我唯一的一次做饭的机会。在Redang岛做义工的最后几天，带来的“Lovely bones”早已读完，空闲时便更着当地的马来员工学做马来菜，蛋包饭、椰浆饭，泰国的东荫汤，当然还有最为大众化的咖喱鸡、牛肉。现在回到家，由于找不到香料能做的就只买咖喱回来煮一大锅……发现其实烹饪还是挺好玩的。 在Cameron highlands (金马伦)，和加拿大的M君一起分担房费。让人惊奇的是他竟然是背着一把大吉他旅行了一年…真是不怕沉。。。入夜，他坐在花园里弹起“Falling Slowly”，（《曾经》的主题曲），接着越来越多的背包客被吸引过来，开始天南海北的海侃。这在这么一个小地方，M居然还遇上了他高中时候的TA，世界真是不一般的“小”。
“Could we share a room, if you don’t mind?” 这个只问过一次，出口以后感觉自己像是”pimp”… 在丁加奴的旅店，宿舍住满，又不愿自己一个人包一个房，难开口的还是得开口不是吗？ 呵呵 后来又通过网络联系到了丁加奴大学的Yeo, 便搬到了他和其同学一起租的一幢别墅里（确实是一幢，800RMB每月...)，第一次坐他的摩托车，狂飙后没把我吓的半死。他的室友也很好啊，晚上开着车待我到处逛，代价就是帮其中一位朋友写英文的读书报告… 从棉花岛回丁加奴市区体验到了马来短途公交车的效率。。。足足等了一个小时才来了一辆破破烂烂的车，果不其然上车后不久就坏掉了，全车下来换成另一辆。。。 这时L开始传授经验了“Always use the local transportation.” 好吧，看在两马币的份上，我等。。。后来去Yeo家，Yeo竟然不知道公交线路， “we don’t use the bus, we have the motorcycle.” 后来一问才知道那趟公交一天就发四次，每次间隔两个半小时… 装备的升级是在印尼。随着行头越来越多，40升的包终于升级为70升！一开始还有很多空间，而最后回桂林时，70升得包都已经满满当当塞不下了，于是就有了大闹马来海关的意外… 到了柬埔寨，发现千万不要相信价目表上的价格，那是给西方游客的。一定要坚信一条原则：万事都可以讲价，小到路边饭馆，大到柬埔寨国家博物馆。后者要是实在讲不下来也可以让其赠送一个语音讲解服务~ 吴哥窟网络上讨论得最多的就是怎么包车，包突突车还是包汽车，雇什么司机之类的。但guest house 不是大都提供免费自行车和地图，为什么不好好利用呢？ 坐车像是在做点与点之间的位移，而通过自行车丈量过的风景才是实实在在的。当然，前提是得有体力… 再回到吉隆坡，Kim已经到巴基斯坦去了，我只有移居唐人街，那里绝对是这一路走来性价比最低的旅店：同等价位条件最差，同等条件价格最贵。吵杂，乱七八糟，规矩也很多：竟然不许带榴莲入内！！ 好在随身备了睡袋，这样床褥再脏也不拍了~
我爱穷游！ 03/10/2009 开始总是很偶然翻看自己在7月初的日志，发现原来那时候自己真的是信誓旦旦地要去苏门答腊岛做义工。问了很多朋友，只有RY立刻愿意加入我的行列。当初约好的是我从天津出发，他从桂林出发到吉隆坡，然后一起先去槟城玩三天，再收心去做义工。但是旅行的第四天，乘上由槟城回吉隆坡的大巴的却只有RY一人。当时的感觉糟糕透顶，一来是觉得对不住朋友，把别人叫出来，自己却在最后一分钟退出；二来想到回国的机票还是一个月以后，而我还没有做任何有关旅游的计划，对于该去哪里一无所知。给活动方言真意切地去了一封信，表达我的歉意和解释退出的原因， 其中一句是 ” I prefer to stay on myself, as is always and enjoy the freedom. ,“ 前面关于家庭，关于压力，关于team work spirit,其实都是找的借口，真正的原因我却没有办法向其坦明：我只是想要一次旅行。
有些天真，有些自私的想法: 37天的旅行，我无法说服自己用30天作义工。
不管怎么解释，旅行还是以负罪感开始的。
既然以为会到pulao aceh 这个没有任何物质消费的岛上过一个暑假，所以我的预算给的很低。没钱无奈只有到一位韩国朋友家借住。这位韩国朋友是谁呢？他就是之前义工活动的主办者。一个很大度，很有爱心的人。常年支援阿富汗，巴基斯坦修建学校、医院，也在吉隆坡为阿富汗难民小孩组织了一个社区教授英文。在这个时候我才在网上开到了关于保护海龟的计划，先看时间，只有八天，还可以接受。于是给丁加奴海龟研究中心去了一封信，对方很快回了：恰好有一名志愿者临时退出。 当时并没有意识到自己的幸运，也知道后来才了解到这个项目在东南亚大学生中知名度非常高， Michael连续两年报名才抢到名额，也有朋友是等待了三个月才挂上号。后来总结原因，无外乎是我由于一个人，位置还是比较容易找到。但是如果两三个人，首先得等大家都有空，然后还得再等同时有两到三个名额。
有时候会想，如果当时没有报上名，后来我会去哪里？ 可能还是去苏门答腊岛了吧，跟Lassi 一起；或许我就真留在了棉花岛，和那个邀请我去浮潜的女孩儿一起；也或许我们也就根本不会相遇，因为我会直接去停泊岛？
什么都有可能发生， you'll never know.
比如，我和RY就在LCCT机场巧遇了，那时距离我们在槟城道别已经过了29天。这29天里面我们有着截然不同的经历，但都是宝贵而独一无二的。我们都晒得很黑很黑，记忆中也积累了很多关于旅行的故事。二十分钟的短聚飞一般地过去，目送他登上从吉隆坡回桂林的航班，整理一下思绪，继续迎接当时旅行的最后一站：Cambodia。 29/09/2009 Landing on Redang Island
“Swim,” The captain commanded us from the stern. “What?” I couldn’t believe what I’d heard. “Swim?” Instinctively clutching my lifejacket, I looked around, only to find, despite the waves, some grotesque rocks sticking out of the sea. “Seriously?” I murmured, “I can’t even swim.” “Nah, the captain was just joking,” some soon clarified my concerns. “Joking? All right…”
Bathed under the bright sunshine, the cabin, surrounded by thick tropical trees, seemed veiled with a fanciful mystery. All the windows and doors opened to their utmost, though, the cabin’s interior was nothing but dim. Inside, there lied two folding camp beds, with mosquito coil and the remains of candles strewn about on the floor. Humming, and still indulged in the excitement to start a new life on the isolated part of Redang Island, I was arranging my stuff in the cabin. Something was moving overhead, I suddenly sensed. Looking up, what caught my attention was something hung on the beam, dark, fuzzy and consolidated into a lump. Switching on the light, step by step, I was approaching the lump when it trembled, slightly yet still noticeable. More closely, more slowly I was moving. The creature’s wings suddenly spread wide open and swiftly shut close, as if protesting me, the intruder. One of them yawned, just awaken by the human movements and still sleepy. I counted, seven - total of seven bats hung on the beam of my cabin!
“What’s going on?” Wei Kean, my roommate, asked me outside the cabin, “I heard you scream.” “Me, screaming?” “Yeah, very loud.” “All right. Maybe I was too shocked to realize it.” It was the only way I could come up with to explain my “blacking out.” With my seven “little brothers” settling in my room, I was forced to stay outside for the rest of the afternoon, either wandering on the beach, lying in the hammock or sitting on the bench in the kitchen. Probably because of the serenity of nature and slow pace of life we were indulged with for the afternoon, when the storm hit the island at dusk, we were completely unprepared. Without our knowing it, light already absorbed into the thick clouds, the storm ripped open the heaven, rain pouring from the sky. Trees trembled under the shower, leaves stripped off and scattered all around. When I rushed back to the cabin to shut down the windows, it was already too late. The bulb, along with the string that tied it, was swinging in the wind. Switched on, the bulb radiated no response. It was dead. Torchlight shone throughout the room, my “little brothers” left no traces but some “shit” on the Wei Kean’s camp bed. I may they would never come back. Though the plastic curtain rolled down, water still splashed into the half open dining hall, table and bench all wet. It was in the storm, with the pouring rain and howling wind, that we had our first dinner on the island- Malaysian chicken curie. To save power, we shut off the light powered by solar energy. At only 19:30, it was all pitch dark, only the dim candle light still wavering. Some ghost stories started to register with me. I recalled Addie, the administrator of the turtle house warned us not to whistle, a gesture, in Malaysian context, of calling upon spirits. The fear did not really take shape as long as I stayed with my teammates. Yet holding a torch, barging into the toilet outside the cabin was a different experience. Torchlight shone on the mirror, trust me, you’ll see another you coming from the other side of the world. At the first night, it was my turn to take the second-round night shift, between 3:00 a.m. and 6:00 a.m. Before going to bed at 10:00 p.m., I had to do some precautions: lighting the mosquito coil, spraying the mosquito repellent all over my legs and arms, arraying the torch, water and shoes just beside the bed. Then, poof, the candle was blown out, everything devoured by the darkness. Wearing the eye-patch Kean had lent to me, I kept telling myself not to think of the bats, spiders, ants and whatever insects settling on the island. “Relax. Don’t always assume that insects are going to hurt you,” Kean said. “Learn to live with them.”
The light was weakest after 5:00 a.m., moonlight fading away with no sunlight to substitute it. Having adapted to the environment on the beach, I, even accompanied by the sound of waves, felt all around tranquil, deadly tranquil. One patrol through both ends of the beach took approximately 20 minutes. In search for the traces of turtles landing on the beach for nesting, our efforts were frustrated. The storm not only drove away the heat but also the mother turtles. Thus, till the end of the first day, I still had vague idea of what the adult turtles looked like in reality. 24/09/2009 未来 1就这么在保研名单上签了两个字“放弃”。 “可以外推你保外校你也不去？” 我也许还不清楚我真正想要什么，但还不至于不明白什么是我不想要的。 到现在还没有给父母说这个事，免得引起无谓的讨论。 想到一位学姐的话“过去的成绩不要成为今天的累赘。”只有懂得放弃才能得到，希望这句话是对的。 继续投简历吧~ 18/09/2009 A documentary film for everyone who has backpacked, is backpacking or planning for it. It will resonate with deep your heart.
A Map for Saturday: Our Year around the World 由<星期六的地图>激起的记忆 在旅行的第四天， 当RY 离开吉隆坡前往苏门答腊岛时，我一个人的旅行正式开始。走在吉隆坡街头，拿着几乎未打开过的地图，站在十字路口，不知道应该往左还是往右，但心里却仍感到莫名的一阵狂喜：因为这就是自由。 在旅行第八天，金马伦高原， 夜，我告诉已经旅行了一年的Michael我已经开始想家了。他笑着说你会习惯的。 在旅行的第18天，在丁加奴，又是一个告别的时刻。镇业开着车把我，伟权和Susani送到长途汽车站。车里的音乐有些抒情，我一直尽量的忍着，但是眼泪还是止不住。伟全和Susani陪我等到晚上九点一刻，然后乘夜车回新加坡。我终于又落单了，又回到了那周围为没有任何认识我，我也不认识任何认的日子。 14个小时以后我战战兢兢地来到了印尼日惹。当别人问我从哪儿来，我得犹豫些许再说“China。” 第二天在火车站巧遇学生游行，见其头戴鬼神面具，手舞白旗，领队的还拿着喇叭呼吁着什么。不得已，我又被迫退回旅游区。 接下来，从婆罗浮屠到火山再到Prambanan；从生死时速地根打瞌睡的司机狂飙了13个小时，到凌晨三点起来作吉普然后爬火山；从街边席地而坐的小吃岛路边认识林丹的鲜榨果汁点老板娘；印尼让我彻底忘记了旅游的孤独：因为每一天都是惊喜。 在旅行来到地32天，到了柬埔寨，日子过得有些麻木。为了躲避游人高峰，我听从店老板建议凌晨四点起来骑自行车到巴垦山看日出，当时并没有想到这一骑就是14个小时。。。吴哥群里见到的第一座寺庙是：Bayon。 震撼。45座浮雕像从360度俯视着你，他们神秘的微笑让人无处可逃。 最后一天在暹粒，朝拜吴哥窟。我却早没了那种新鲜感和好奇心，面对着吴哥窟心里泛起的竟是：只是又一座雄伟的寺庙。。。 就像这部纪录片里说的“ This long term turns out to be a bit emotional anti-climax all the big feelings at the beginning of the trip, but eventually you get numb to how great the lifestyle is and how tough the goodbye is conveyed ” 但是这些当时觉得麻木的场景，在回忆起确有泛起阵阵暖意。 旅行结束近一个月，心还是没有完全平静下来，常常望着远处发呆。 “你在想什么？”面对这样的问题我怎么能回答呢？ 我们的provisions已经不再重合。最怕被问到的是“How is the trip?” 常常唐塞过去说”It’s great!” ，因为知道对方只是出于惯性来问这样一个问题，即便明知没有人真正愿意用五到十分钟听我絮叨旅行中的一个片断。 但是我还是得面对现实。看着当时和我一起在Phoenix实习的同学已经在独立做新闻了，看到别的同学拿到了德勤的Offer， 有时我质问我自己：这次旅行值得吗？ 答案是，值得。 听到有人这样说：“你以为别人不喜欢旅行吗？他们现在没有，只是因为他们知道这样的机会以后会有的是。” 我对此没有异议，因为人的观念是不一样的。但是当我知道我用半学期挣来的足够支撑这趟旅行，当我意识到提前到电视台实习让我有了40天的假期，当我知道我不愿用这四十天去准备没有意义的GRE时，我决定离开了，去实现自己积累已久的梦。 旅行十天和四十天的差别在于一个以随时可以望见尽头，另外一个则不能。前者让你放松踏实，后者彻底奔放而不确定，让你抛开你原本生活中那个自己。 以下是在观看这部纪录片时摘录的一些引起我共鸣的话。 1.“People always say you are lucky to travel. No, it’s not luck. it’s just a matter of attitude.” 2. A: “Why not start a career? Why do you choose to travel?” B: “Because I’m young now.” 3.The simple way of life.Material goods don’t mean as much as it used to.You have everything on your bag. That’s something you take with you for the rest of your life.”
4. If I don’t do the things that I can now, I’m afraid I’ll never be able to.” 5. With backpacking, you get to know one another so quickly, and I love the fact that you’re friends straight away, with such a bond between one another. 6. The hardest part of travelling is saying goodbye to people, because you just become friends and you have to split. you might never be able to meet again. 7. The more you see the world, the less exotic it gets for you. You get to know the differences between countries are smaller than you expect. 8. people are always telling me that they don’t think they could do the trip for a year, but until the point where I’m, OK a year is a long time to travel, but a short time to have a lifestyle. A life style that never keeps you in a place for more than a week, and people you run across are people that you are never going to see again, and people that you didn’t even know the day before. 9 (From an American perspective) Americans are not used to long-term budgeted travel, and because we don’t do it. Among the southands travellers we meet in my time away, only two are americans travelling for a year. Whent the competing commodity of time and money collade, our nateion’s choice is to sacrifice free time to earn additional money; but other rich countries make a different bargain, trading their money for the wealth of leisure times. Maybe because our travel is short, they are selling us extravagant, and price too hight to be enjoyed for long. 10.A(From the US):what do you think when you encounter an american? B (From German): I hate him.
11:This long term turns out to be a bit emotional anti-climax all the big feelings at the beginning of the trip, but eventually you get numb to how great the lifestyle is and how tough the goodbye is conveyed
12. Since I’ve been away I realized everything else is material. A job is just a material thing. It gives some money. Where you live doesn’t matter, I mean I’ve been living in hostels for a year, it doesn’t matter where you live. I hope when I go back home, I’ll still think like that.
14. I took the trip, because I wanted to get something out of my system, just to see the places. But it doesn’t work, because the one thing that has changed about all of us who took this trip is that a normal life really doesn’t seem that attractive at all anymore, I can’t imagine not travelling again; I can’t image going back to do a real job.
15. Part of that loneliness is like a connection to yourself, because you reall become your best friend, because it’s just you. 12/09/2009 The Day When I Became a “Hard-ass” against the Obvious UnfairnessThe Day When I Became a “Hard-ass” against the Obvious Unfairness
If I woke up at 2:50 in the morning, arrived at LCCT (the low-cost airport in Kuala Lumpur) at 4:50 a.m. and still missed my flight to Guilin, China at 6:40 a.m., it must be one of the most ridiculous incidents of this year.
Yet it almost happened.
I was so close to miss my flight, thanks to an airport officer’s finding fault with me.
At first, everything went on smoothly: checking in my luggage, getting the boarding pass and taking a cup of coffee at the Food Garden. Assuming that nothing could happen sine I had checked in, I relaxed in the café till almost 5:30 a.m., one hour prior to my flight.
Then there came the International Departure. During my trip, I had been there twice, and never had there been an officer standing at the entrance of the security check, checking the weight of hand luggage. But I, unfortunately, encountered one on my last day in Malaysia.
Most of the time, the line was moving smoothly, passengers taking various hand luggage, some of whom took more than one with them. The queue, however, was blocked when it came to me.
I almost regretted that I checked in my suitcase and brought my half-empty 70-liter backpack with me. The bag looked big but it was not necessarily heavy. Yet I was asked to weigh my bag on the scale, the first one stopped by the officer, as far as I’d noticed.
Perfect, it was 9 kilos, two kilos more than the weight limit. Thus, I took out some of my stuff, mostly books, and stuffed them into another plastic bag. This time, the big bag weighed just around 7 kilos.
“May I go now?” I inquired.
He rejected it, saying I had to check in my bag and the reason was that one passenger could only take one hand luggage.
Looking around, I found this was not convincing. “Do you see that? So you tell me is that one luggage or two?” I pointed to some other passengers who took more than one suitcase, box, bag, or whatever with them. Getting up so early, I was easily irritated for lack of sleep.
The officer was in no good mood either. “If you want to go through here, you have to check in your bag.”
Not wanting any future argument, I craved in. Back to the counter, the stuff told me the check-in was already closed; and if I still wanted to check in my bag, I had to pay 20 RM per kilo for the bag. I had only paid no more than 200 RM for the airplane ticket, do I have to pay the same money to check in the bag?
I asked the stuff if I could bring the bag on board, and he assured me that it was no problem. Then why had I been stopped? He replied that they were only in charge of the airway, but the officer in the security check was working the airport.
Good explanation.
“Whatever you do, you’d better be quick. The boarding gate will close soon,” The stuff kindly advised to me.
Checking my watch, I rushed to the officer, assuring him that the stuff of Air Asia said I could bring the bag on board. Yet he acted as if he did not hear me.
Then the volcano eventually vented.
“Are you especially finding fault with me?” I was not only mad, but indignated. “The airway allows me to go on board, what’s the right of you to stop me here?”
“The size of your bag is too big,” he changed his excuse.
“Then show me a standard. All right. Show me a standard,” I exclaimed.
He had nothing to show me.
Time was ticking away and I felt I had to do something. “Why don’t you check the weight of other passengers’ bags? Let’s be unfair.” I saw another passenger carry a large bag with him.
Under pressure, the officer weighted the bag and the result was astonishing: 15 kilos.
The western passenger was irritated at me, “God job, er?”
“Be fair!” I just replied.
The officer advised that the passenger take out some of his stuff; and after that was done, the officer just let him go.
It only fueled my indignation. “You don’t let me go just because you don’t like me?” I exclaimed under the attention of all the others standing in line, “Discrimination. This is discrimination against Chinese people!”
He might not know my nationality, but at that moment the simple fact did not register with me. What I know is that standing in front of me is a person who, for some reason, loathes my presence and who I take no delight to see ever for the rest of my life.
“Tell me your name and work code,” I took my last straw. “I will ask your boss.”
He replied that it was of no use for me to tell his boss.
“Then I will sue you for your discrimination!,” I added. “My flight is approaching and if I miss my flight only because of you, I will definitely sue you!”
Moments of standoff, the words registered with both of us. Probably because it finally dawned on him that nothing came out of the escalation of the dispute, he turned his head away, his hands gesturing to me that I pass through the entrance. And I followed his signal as fast as possible, just in case his rationality broke down again.
Then it came the rushing moments of security check and passport check. When finally arriving at the boarding gate, I was glad that the plane was about ten minutes late. I checked to the stuff at the gate if the boarding for my flight had finished. He assured me with “Not yet.”
Soaked with sweat, exhausted, I deadly missed home and for the first time in my trip, I was dying to leave this country, where I still had many sweet memories.
I almost missed my flight. Yet I still made it, the most important.
The rare moment of my being so tough. 04/09/2009 在岛上的日子面朝大海 心暖花开
 我想这句话最能概括我在岛上做义工的生活。来到岛上之前，生活对于我来说就是努力学习，努力工作，努力做个好学生，好儿子，好朋友，以后或许一名好记者。从来没有人告诉我停下来吧，多看看这个世界吧。世界是很功利的，中国社会尤为如此。毕业搞得像是计划经济，给你三种选择你对号入座吧。社会给你了一种价值观，要融入它你最好服从。几乎没有人问过我，我到底想要什么。周围的人只知道问“毕业后你是出国留学还是工作？”如果直白地回答：我要工作，我要挣钱，我要独立，然后周游列国；对方只会还以白眼。社会认同的就是就是那么一两种主流价值观：年轻就要拼，拼学历，拼事业；从小学、初中就被教导要拼搏，连每次周测验都要“拼搏”。我现在只想对其说“F*ck off".其实我不用生气的，因为大多数人就这么错过了生命中美好的事物。可喜的是，他们浑然不知，生活的齿轮平静的转动着；可悲的是，一部分人意识到了，所以他们会觉得被禁锢在一个地方是痛苦的。究竟谁更可悲，谁更可喜？不必纠结这些了，生活嘛，无奈有时，随意有时，总归还是得随遇而安。
偏题了。
岛上的时光是柔软的。几乎每个下午都有一部分时间是在海边的hammock 上度过的，看书，写字，晒太阳，晒衣服，听着涛声，望着大海发呆。岛上的阳光有时很慵懒，有时很毒辣；傍晚有时会突如其来一场淋漓酣畅的暴雨，温度陡降，有得赶紧把长袖外套披上。蜥蜴有时会来突袭，偷吃小海龟，或者把垃圾桶翻得四朝天，结局当然是我们把它赶走啦~ 还有我的兄弟们，那七八只蝙蝠，在我还没到达岛上时就已经在木屋里恭候我啦。懒洋洋的倒挂在屋顶，被吵醒时就打声哈欠作为不满。第一天，我被吓得屋也不敢回，第二天，我的兄弟们就再也没有回来了。
晚上的海滩静得可怕。潮水在凌晨时分退去，露出海底嶙峋的怪石。月光洒落在怪石上，我们仿佛来到了世界的尽头。夜里在沙滩上巡逻，除了涛声还是涛声，有规律的，一浪接一浪地拍打着岩石。远处会有途经的渔船，他们的灯火连同月光成为了我们仅有的光源。临晨四五点，月光褪去，潮水渐渐上涨，狰狞的石头不见了，取而代之的还是那有着亘古不变的节拍的海浪。
海龟通常会在晚9点之后上岸产蛋。有时它们会很挑剔，换了一个产卵地，觉得不满意又再换一个。经过一个多小时的折腾，它们还是找不到合适的产卵地，索性又蹒跚地爬回海里。海龟掘洞产卵时的动作很慢很慢，不知不觉就是两个多小时。无聊的时候，我们只好坐在其不愿处的沙滩上数星星。不能大声说话，不能开手电，怕吓跑海龟。在其产卵行为结束后，如果它是第一次到这片海滩产卵，专业工作人员会为它tagging，很痛的样子。。。然后在其产卵地铺上一层铁丝网，做上标记，以便以后检查是否有红蚂蚁或蜥蜴来捣蛋。
起初，临晨巡逻时我感觉毛骨悚然，四周鬼气森森 （每次巡逻一般只有两三名volunteers）；后来Michael点明了一句话让我记忆深刻，从此我也不再惧怕夜里的海滩了,"难道自然比人类还危险吗？我在这里感觉比在吉隆坡还安全，因为除了我们就再也没有其他人了，不用担心劫匪，强盗，犯罪.在别的地方，你根本不敢临晨三点躺在沙滩上。”
是的，临晨三点躺在月光下的沙滩上守护海龟，一种我从未有过，将来也许也不会再有的生活。
与外界隔离的好处就是心里踏实，没有互联网，没有手机，晚上八点断电，剩下烛光于蚊香。
学会与自然共处，学会在陌生的环境里平静下来，学会与动物、昆虫为友，学会觉察剥离现代文明之后近乎原始的生活的朴素的美。
这也是一种人生。
The beauty of simplicity.
Damn, I miss it so much.
  。 03/09/2009 在印尼日惹的日子 印尼又发生地震了，7.3级。对于爪哇人来讲一定已经习以为常了吧。在日惹prambanan 古寺庙时，到处都是维修的队伍，06年的大地震的痕迹随处可见。360座寺庙以一年一座的速度修复着，不知何时能够重现昔日的辉煌。在寺庙里巧遇了一位建筑工人，一听我是从大陆来的，脸上吃惊的表情现在仍然历历在目，“China？China？Alone？”。确实，在爪哇，我感觉世界人民都来了，唯缺中国人。无论是7月雅加达的恐怖袭击还是五年前的巴厘岛爆炸都阻挡不了爪哇在西方游客中的神圣地位。所有人前赴后继的沿着Jakart-Jogjakarta-Mt.Bromo_(Mt.Ijen)-Bali的路线前进着。路途绝不是轻松地，从首都到日惹（Jogjakarta）7小时车程，从日惹到bromo 火山13个小时车程，从火山到巴厘岛又是进十小时，对于在西部游历过的我可能不算什么，但是对于欧洲人来讲是不可想象的旅途。但是巴厘岛的魅力还是吸引了大批游客来到印尼。
对于日惹，我几乎没有做任何详细计划就从马来西亚来了。带着Lonely Planet,心里总觉得有底，旅舍也没有定，觉得到了再找也没有问题吧。就这样我稀里糊涂地来到了廉价旅舍集中地 Sosroijalan，然后神不知鬼不觉传入了当地最有名的廉价旅店Bladlock。 剩下了最后一间房，恰好是单人间，60RMB的价格有点超过我预算，老板见我还在犹豫，便告诉我“You are very lucky." 想到凌晨4：40我还在吉隆坡汽车站，折腾了一整天到了印尼，实在很疲倦也就暂时决定住那里。 安顿下来，我走出旅店发现后口已经挂上了”Full“。接着我沿着这条街的各条小巷走着，几乎所有旅店门口都挂上了”Full“ ”Full“ ”Full“。最后在一条靠近火车站的小巷深处终于找到一家还有空房的旅店，但那个条件就 ... 于是当即决定剩下的在日惹的日子就住在Bladlock吧， 以这样的价格还带花园和游泳池和免费的印尼咖啡，在国内是无法想象的。。。后来遇到了别的一些游客，很多最后由于找不到廉价旅店只好住大酒店。
可能是几乎从来没有见过从大陆来的游客，日惹当地人对我都非常热情，一边和我握手一边连声说道”Friends Friends“，这种待遇我只在吉隆坡街头巧遇巴基斯坦人时受到过。路边鲜榨果汁店的老板竟然还是个林丹迷，对中国羽毛球的明星可能比我还熟悉。
很怀念那些路边的小吃摊，席地而坐，还有街头乐队伴奏，而且怎么吃也没有拉肚子~
但就是这么一片可爱的土地，却饱受自然灾害的侵袭，不禁惋惜。
24/08/2009 Back from Angkor WatRiding a bicycle around Angkor seems a great idea, saving a lot compred with rent a car or tuk-tuk. Yet the first day I ended up leaving the guest house at 4:30 and coming back at 18:00, completely tiring me out. The temples and scenery along the road were absolutely amazing, for which I had lost the track of time. The price I paid for that was pretty high, sore legs, bad headache, and thanks to some cold drinks sold along the street, bad stomach. Despite that the journey was wonderful, and I enjoyed every moment there!
Now I have almost realized my dream, backpacking alone for more than a month and going to the Angkor Wat.
(By the way, I'm now back in Kuala Lumpur, a city that I have already got sick and tired of...)
Pciture will be uploaded when I'm back home. 17/08/2009 After travelling for 26 daysAfter travelling for 26 days 1. Temporarily stop missing home. I start to understand nothing comes out of it, only giving myself more sentimental moments. I'll miss travelling for sure after going back home, why not enjoy the moments when I am still here? Sometimes I'm not worried about myself, but worried that my parents are worried about me. For some reason, Chinese parents are famous for being over-protective. But you can not blame them, since most of them have only one child. Yet to my relief and surprise, my mum said she was tired of waiting for me at home and had set out to travel herself. 2. Deadly fall in love with indonesia or at least Java culture. You can hardly find anything like this anywhere elst in Southeastern Asia: the grand ancient culture,which is still alive and naturally interwoven with people's daily life. Javanese are born artistists, batik painting, ramdom pictures drawn on the residential houses, even on those seemingly dilapidated ones. On the street, people walk around carrying guitar, cello and other musical instruments. Like c, they roam around playing for those they assume would appreciate their music. To be frank, their music is terrific, from the most traditional one to jazz and rock & roll. 3. Tired of being identified as Japanese, Korean, etc. When some local tried to make a deal with me, they always started like "Konichiwa." Noticing that I did not stop, they would continue "From Japan? Korea? Singarpore? Hoong Kong? Taipei? " I contintued my way, when he showed his ace, "From Malaysia?" That tells the situation that Indonesia is apparently not is not among the favorate destinations for chinese backpackers, just in sheer contrast with europeans. In July when my aunt got to know I was going to Indonesia, she phoned me all the way to Beijing, "Are you insane? Among all the countries, why do you have to visit Indonesia? Do you have any idea of what happened ten years ago?" Then several days later, after the bombing in Jakarta, she got the support, "Look, I told you." Thanks to all the negative media reports, thanks to all the biased views that has widely spread back in China, I had cautiously spent my first two days in Java, confining myself in the tourism area, still hesitant whether I should boldly say I am from mainland china, or just evade questions like where I come from. Later all these precautions only proved to be absolutely nonsense. I find myself in a friendly place, with passtionate artists and musicians. In KL, I manifested to Mr. Shine my concerns about travelling in Indonesia, and whether Javanese still hate Chinese people, as they might have done ten years ago. He just replied "That's why you have to go there to find out." Yeah, that's why I have to come to Indonesia to shatter all the biased views, to free myself from media's framing and live with truth. 09/08/2009 Heading for Jogjakarta, indonesiaFeeling the bus pulling into the station, I woke up, sneaking a look at the my watch: already 04:50 a.m.. Since when could I fall asleep on the night bus? For me, sleeping was always a mercy that only visited me ramdomly. For the past seven nights, I intermittently took the night shift between 12:00 a.m. - 3 a.m. and 3:00- 6:00, patroling on the beach, observing if there were marine turtles landing ashore. That was when I started to force myself into sleep, any time through out the night.
It was hard to farewell to all the friends from Terengganu and Singarpore. Yet However reluctant I was, the departure time still came. I travelled to Terengguanu alone, and left there with friendship and abundence of sweet memories. Everyone was so nice and considerate that I almost felt we were a family. Back to KL, back to modernity,back to what was sheduled and move on, move on.
Before the project, I had never imagined I could ever have the opportunity to witness the sea turtles laying eggs, the turtle hatchlings crawling out of the chamber in the sand after the incubation period, and the most unforgettable time - a baby turtle struggling out of the shell, learning for the first time to breath in the open air and to crawl on the sand. Walking on the beach at midnight, the moonlight cast on the white sand, the sea receding backward, all those grotesque stones offshore revealed, it was a wholly different world from the daytime, freaky at first sight, yet gradually a sense of warmth surging from the buttom of heart. The time haunted at that moment, when the world belonged only to you yourself.
30/07/2009 TravellingHey everyone!
I'm in the east coast of MAlaysia now. ( from Kuala Lumpur to Pinang, the west coast of malay, then to Cameron isalnds for jungle hiking, and now in the east of malaysia) Everything is fine and I have met a lot of new friends.!
However, I've changed my plan giving up the Aceh peace camp and going to join in the Sea Turtle concervation project for a week on Redang island. It starts the day after tomorrow and I will not have internet access thereafter till August 8, when I will be leaving for Indonesia, for travelling of course!
05/07/2009 Epic今天把母亲送走以后突然很难过，忽然意识到又只剩下我一个人了。前面的路似乎怎么也望不到尽头，不知还得在外飘荡多久才能找到可以停泊的地方。7月中旬以后的事情已经不敢细想，只能用epic 来形容了。先到天津住一晚，清早搭飞机到吉隆坡，然后在马来待四天后到印尼亚齐。然后就是异常艰苦的一个月。前些天收到preparation list, 才发现原来还得带睡袋。。。居然连床都没有。。。 这么折腾究竟是为了啥？？ 巧遇机票打折，当初雄心勃勃地顺道买了从吉隆坡到柬埔寨的票，来回600。这下本来做外义工可以直接回国，现在又得在吴哥窟耽误5天… 一切都是偶然，无意中在一个台湾人的博客上看到了宣传海报，索性给台湾那边的负责人去了一封邮件。本来以为对方不会打理我，结果没有想到30分钟后就收到了回信。于是一切渊源就开始了。本来得到的答复是亚齐人数已满，我客气地说要使今年没有，就明年再说吧。那时我是百分之一百二地期望这件事就这么不了了之得了。然后我打可当作什么事都没有发生过一样在北京过着自己的小日子。但是过了一天后我收到了含有报名表的邮件. 终于发现一切都是命，6月底亚航全部机票打折，六程飞机价格加起来总共不到两千…就这样，最后一个借口也不成立了。。。如果我不去，唯一的理由就是我吃不了这个苦。而如果因为这个理由放弃，我知道自己以后一定会后悔的。想想看，如果我不去，那么另一个alternative 会是什么吧。就像对方说的一样，“we don’t need you, but you need to come here.” 去吧，去印尼最偏远的一个省的一个是人都没有听说过的小岛上，和当地的小孩子度过一个有意义的夏天。我什么时候变得那么乐于奉献了？ 总之这趟，我是真的豁出去了。 29/06/2009 最近在FH卫视干了快一个月，今天终于发了第一条新闻，1分钟，关于云佛寺舍利子的，有空看网络电视的时候关注一下吧，明早FH早班车~ Oh yeah~ 感觉FH是个越待越想待下去的地方，周围的一帮年轻人真的对新闻有着专业主义热情，敬业，氛围很融洽。上周一位考试有两天没有去，带我的那位老师居然晚上打电话和我谈之前写的一篇稿子。让我受宠若惊啊，一般实习的地方要想有个记者带你已经很难了，谁还会下班了还给一个实习生谈稿子？ 这就是一种态度吧， yangshi 一个记者可能做一条新闻休息三天，这里一个记者一天最多可能做到三条。效率和敬业，这就是what makes a difference. 第二让我感动的就是不断而来的机遇。一天上午去社科院采访，到了社科院门口老师突然接到台里的电话说国台办临时有急事，于是就我就这样得到了第一次挑大梁的机会。 灵活的机制，如果信任你就会给你机会放手让你干。不向某地，钱多了只有买烟花shao da lou, 以 浪费 ren cai， 浪费 jin qian 而远近闻名。真的很稿，我在去曼谷机场的路上，当地一个司机难以置信地告诉我那么好的配楼怎么可以就这么烧掉呢。 唉，消息都传到邻国了。 暑假去印尼做义工，然后去马来和柬埔寨。希望一切顺利！ |
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