Kissed by a Jellyfish….in China.

Theres always been this crazy saying that says something like: we should never swim in the ocean if you cannot see your hands below the surface of the water…. you never know what might be lurking in those murky waters.

Well I fully agree now with this crazy saying, after the adventure I had.

You see, it started off with a simple vacation to one of the beaches here in China. From the pictures the beach looked amazing and O.M.G, the water looked so inviting….but there’s also a thing called the great PHOTOSHOP. Yep, the beach looked nothing like the photo’s…SURPRISE!!! But anyway, we still had to make the best out of it though, that being said it was a perfect day for the beach, the sun was out, it was a bit hazy but none the less, that is the norm in China, and the water was cool.

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There were people swimming, and jumping off those man-made floatable dock thingy’s and laughing, and riding jet ski’s and on floaty’s, they were doing the water-bound obstacle course, and in general having fun in the water, so not much convincing was needed for me to assume the water was safe to swim in. We were in a group of friends, so half of us were already in the water, while the other half were taking selfies of course and wondering the beach. Firstly, I dangled my feet off the docks just testing the water, okay fine, seemed cool which would totally be fit for this summer heat. Later after a few minutes and a brave encounter, I decided to take the leap, and boom, dived straight into that ocean which was all good. The ocean was a lot saltier than other oceans, and not too sure if it’s the color of the actual ocean itself or from the pollution but it was like a dark green/ black color.

Everyone else was swimming, so it must have been okay and safe to swim right? Oh boy if only that was true, a few minutes later I swam into a huge white Jellyfish that was hovering near the rope, now if I had been able to see my hand below the surface of the water I would have been able to spot the jellyfish sooner and would have avoided it completely. But that was not the case, I practically hugged it as I came up for air, not knowing I had swam into it, until I got up to the surface and realized I had squishy like gooey stuff on me. Not thinking much of it, I stood up and began to take the white stuff off…. and then it hit me….. Oh shit this stuff that looks like and feels like bookies (snot like) was actually a part of a jellyfish. Now the first reaction was to stay calm and move away from it, but me being a dramatic goofball turned around right back into it instead of moving away, I still blame the visibility for that one, and so the jellyfish took its opportunity again and stung me on my ass too. Only after the second sting did it show itself and its true colors…. it was huge and white……and by this point my mind was like….” holy shit, you’ve just been stung by a fucking Jellyfish ahhhh time to bring in symptoms and irritate your skin with redness and a burning like stinging sensation”.

The first thing was to remove every piece of it off of me, I tell you it was a mission. It stuck to me more than once and latched onto some places like a madman, by this point it had a weird stinging sensation. Now after removing all of it….I stayed for a few minutes after that in the salty water washing myself off for the millionth time only thinking that it had just grazed my arm. Soon I hurried back to the hotel to take a proper shower and then did I only realize the aftermath that it had left. On my arm and lower back it left like little red bumps, almost looking like a rash and well on my ass it looked like I had been beaten with a whip. It left deep like lashes that almost looked like I had been attacked by some wild animal with claws, and man oh man did it sting and burn like hell. So after getting checked out and thanking my lucky stars that it was not a poisonous jellyfish and that it wasn’t too serious I saw my other friends and the panic state they were in, only to realize that they too had been “kissed by that same Jellyfish”. And you know how they say that if you google your symptoms you land up going to be dying in the next four hours ect or something silly like that, so they were in panic mode deluxe. At this point I had to laugh at their reactions.

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And that is the story of how I was “kissed” by a huge-ass Jellyfish in China. Lesson learnt for sure.

XOXO

C.v.T

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Embrace the process. Honor the Journey.

There are times in life when you fall down, you keep getting up but you fall back down constantly and the struggles are real to get back up. But the fact that you get back up should be enough.

“Fall Down 7 times – Stand up 8.” – Japanese Proverb 

Change is NEVER easy. People can make it look easy, but we don’t know the struggles they face, we call them the BRAVE but deep down they chasing their hearts, their dreams their future with passion, tears, laughter, stress, fear, judgements, willingness and perseverance to create a future they crave and a life they love.

“Who you spend time with is who you become.”

We have goals, desires and so on. But what stops us from beginning that journey? one word, four letters: FEAR! We fear rejection, we fear change, we fear faith and many more things, we tend to give up before we even start. Time after time we hear the same bullshit excuses as to why we cannot accomplish our dreams, we become confined to our comfort zones but long for freedom.

We become volunteer victims to our own blind side, we get knocked down and that’s it, we fear getting back up.We throw our destiny into someone else hands and let them take control of our lives. We let them own us and control us, why ? because we are the ones who fear to stand back up. And I am not saying that it is not okay to quit or to give up at some point, because we all do it, but it is not okay to keep on quitting, to keep on giving up. NOPE, in order to succeed we need to learn the hard way, we need to realize that fear is an illusion, we need to remember that fear breaks us but also creates a beast, it makes you stronger and you might not realize it right away, but it does. The more we fall and stand up the stronger we become, the more we pursue our destiny and create a life we want, the more we start to enjoy the process. Yes, there will be tough times, sometimes more tough times than good times, and yes we will become fragile, we will lose hope and think why me? But the one question we should keep on asking ourselves:

WHY DID WE BEGIN IN THE FIRST PLACE? 

Are we ready to let go of it all, and start again at some point from the start? Are we ready to give it all up? Just to start all over again….

Sometimes it happens, we tend to lose sight of our goals and go completely off course. I for one know how it feels to fail, to give up and to be lazy. I have been through the stage where I done it over and over again. I lost my motivation, I lost the meaning of the process, I rejected my journey and let myself fall into the path of destruction. I thought in life we needed to party constantly to have fun, my healthy lifestyle, ppphhhffftttt why keep it up? when I had already achieved half of my goal, my first blog I created, I gave up because I became lazy, pursuing my career… nope, I rather spent that money on partying and shopping. Until one day it hit me. Is this what I wanted to make of my one life? is this what I desired the most? Is this what I am ? My answer was NO and it changed me completly, I needed that alone time, that pressure from my self, that mirror talk, I needed me to realize what I was doing. I took “ME” time to process my life. The peer pressure, the negative vibes, the party animals, the thought of having all the time in the world … was my mind shift. I was killing time, wasting it on nothing. Becoming the person who I was not, cracking under pressure and falling into a confined bubble. Sure I can save all the money, I can party all I want, I can live a habit that wastes time but does it buy back the time? No, time is not recyclable and that changed everything. My mindset shifted. I knew this time round I was bound to create the life I want…. MY LIFE.

PRESSURE BUILDS DIAMONDS BABY!!! 

You have got to push yourself today, you have got to realize that at some point you need to set your mind set  for yourself, you need to become you in ways that you scare yourself and scare your haters even more, that you become the person who inspires you and other people. You need to push yourself, to fall in love with your progress, it is the key to your happiness and greatness, to honor your journey and most importantly to become the person you want to become. Stop bitching and whining about why you are stuck in the same place, when you are doing nothing about it, stop falling down and not getting back up, stop assuming challenges are too difficult and start achieving your goals. Get rid of the negative vibes, the bullshit excuses the extra weight as to why you cannot achieve your goals, get rid of the thought that only the rich will succeed or the perfect people will make it. Just say FUCK IT, and achieve your dreams, live the one life you are given to your custom.   DREAM IT, CREATE IT and LIVE IT. You will thank yourself oneday.

BE A LEGEND. LEAVE A LEGACY. 

 

What will your legacy be?

XOXO

C.v.T

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JET-LAGGED , China and Chopsticks…

Well as many of you know that jet-lag can be a real pain in the ass when it wants to be. Sometimes it hits you six love and other times it’s a walk in the park, no matter how many international trips you have traveled sometimes jet-lag just has no chill.

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About two months ago I traveled from Bangkok to South Africa back home and it was a pleasant flight might I add, little to no turbulence, the food was great and the staff very friendly and accommodating. Skip 5 hours back in time and I arrived in South Africa perfectly fine, hardly no jet-lag and carried on as normal. Now fast forward two months and I’m on a flight to China, a 13 hour flight to Hong Kong (in which I had the whole row of seats open next to me, so I slept pretty well) which is super beautiful, a day layover there in which I explored the city a bit and another late and delayed flight to China. Well I tell you that didn’t go so well. There was turbulence almost the entire way and jet-lagged snatched me right up in its destructive path.

It was a whole 4 days of tiredness, moodiness, loss of appetite, waves of nausea and I felt as if I was on an emotional rollercoaster. This has yet, been by far the worst jet lag that I have experienced so far. They say there is no cure, but to just get some rest and stay dehydrated, well that didn’t seem to work. I honestly questioned myself on how stupid I was to make this decision, but I don’t regret it.

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Well the famous China ladies and gents, is not at all a walk in the park. In my opinion I thought Thailand and South Africa had the crazy drivers but I might just be a tad bit wrong on that opinion. Forget that thing where a pedestrian has the right of way on a designated zebra crossing. Nope that does not exist here. Here in China it doesn’t matter if it’s your turn to cross the street or if you are at a pedestrian crossing, it will always be the cars, the funny scooter things and the bicycles right of way first and ALWAYS. Trust me I learnt the hard way trying to cross the street, I waited for the arrow to show me that it was my time to cross, little did I know that you have to look 360 degrees at all angles, because you see there’s a smaller lane in which I assume the yellow famous bicycles use and the scooters and then there’s the other 4 lanes in which the cars use in both directions and then there’s that smaller lane again. And boy oh boy if you don’t look all the ways for turning cars or whatever they are up to you will get hit. You can be half way across the street already and if a car is going to turn it will turn in front of you no matter what. In general they don’t speed too much except at an intersection and going around a corner, I noticed that they love doing the whole speed thing then. The funny thing is it looks totally like the drivers are all in sync with each other, a few honking here and there but not too much, if you are turning just ride straight onto head-on traffic, no worries you will be able to push your way into your desired lane. Don’t feel like waiting in line then just make a new one. It’s that simple apparently. All in all, I have survived most heart attacks from the roads, the food is great and the people are amazing, the foggy air is here and I have already fallen in love with this place, no matter how much bullshit and struggles it already put me through in my first week of being here.

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A haze lingers in the air constantly. 

The language has been a major issue regarding communication but I have met such amazing people who just constantly try to help me all the time. They have been such blessings. The biggest struggle with eating here have been those lovely chopsticks that are used everywhere. Yup, I suck completely at using chopsticks and of course I cannot just have a knife and fork anytime I want mainly because there are only chopsticks available. Well like Alli says,”it’s as hard as learning how to speak English and learning how to swim”.Right now I cannot agree more. It has been a huge struggle and of course all the chinese people think its adorable and cute, well I know I need to find a fork somewhere at some point with these chopsticks stories. The food is really delicious, I have tried some traditional Chinese food and it has been amazingly delicious. Those famous dumplings are so yummy. I am super excited to try more dishes, and you haven’t eaten real Chinese food until you’ve eaten it from real Chinese people I’d say.

Xoxo

C.v.T

These people
So amazing to meet these wonderful people. 

 

Goodbyes, Airports, 13 hour flight and layovers…. my kind of happiness.

Some say that money cannot buy happiness, I have a totally different view on that. You see the thing is we live in a world where we have been spoilt, we grew up wanting unnecessary things and we got it. We never grew up where we had to catch our own food, or make toys out of old wires and tins (now I know that there are still some traditions where they are happy with very little, but I am speaking in terms of the majority of the world), nope we grew up with money and credit cards of debt accumulating to be able to afford the life of luxury. And it all comes down to the one thing we all love and cannot live without: MONEY.

And I fall into that category completely, do I love money? Yes I do, that’s why I work to travel and repeat. Would I have been able to afford to travel without it? I doubt it. So yes money does make me happy, because it can buy me a plane ticket and that’s what makes me even more happier. Now the saying goodbye part is the worse, they say it should get easier but I think it gets harder each time I leave. Maby it’s the fact that you reconnect on a whole different level with people again, or it’s the meeting of new people, but some how saying goodbye all over again gets harder to do. Its harder to regret not taking the perfect opportunity though. And as for the best 13 hour flight I just had from South Africa to Hong Kong, it was totally worth the 8 hour layover to follow.

So today as I sit at Hong Kong International Airport waiting for my last flight (the amazing long layovers I truly adore), I realized we all have this perfect idea in our heads about perceiving money to be evil. Now on some levels as greed and jealously comes into play it can be, but for simple people like myself and many other travellers, it’s the route to all happiness in its glory. It’s that feeling that makes you excited, nervous, happy and sad all at once, the feeling of knowing you are about to explore new territory.

Where did I get this topic, well I overheard a couple fighting over money here at the airport and at some point the one said that they are happy because they bought the plane ticket and then boom it hit me that so much of us are alike, where people cannot accept the fact that we want to travel, we want to explore and to wander, we want to be able to say we have seen it all, and for me that’s exactly what I am doing.

I am going after what sets my soul on fire, the one thing my heart desires the most, the travel life.

xoxo

A C.v.T blogging from Hong Kong International Airport.

 

 

 

These packing stories… the struggles and the story of my life

Well some of us know that with the love for traveling comes the familiar packing and unpacking stories of our lives. Yup, the great big move is upon me and so is the packing again.

For some of us it takes 10 minutes or even maybe a day or three to unpack after a trip, but for others like me, sometimes it takes packing for another trip to unpack from the previous trip. I am absolutely guilty of being lazy when it comes to packing and unpacking I must admit. The first time I traveled internationally, I was super excited to pack, and when I came home I was even more excited to unpack because I had gifts for every one from my travels. Now after a few more times, packing gets to a point where it becomes a struggle and a pain in my ass.

Now I am super excited for my next move and rolling my semi unpacked suitcase out today, totally inspired me to start unpacking and repacking…..pfffhhhhtttt who was I kidding? That inspiration lasted a full 10 minutes of throwing out all my clothes and creating a mess around me. Then obviously  I decided that a nap was a good idea and promised myself I would start packing when I got up, nope that wasn’t the case either. After doing some other activities that were just stalling the process of packing I decided at 09:07 pm that I actually needed to start packing. By this point I had my poor Mom stressing even more about me not packing. So I decided to create a hurricane aftermath and pull out all my clothes from my closet, well it got as far as half on my bed but mostly on my floor, nothing in the suitcase though and one big choatic mess. By this time I have a bunch of stress – balls (a.ka. my people) stressing at the fact that I am not stressing about packing. I find this super hilarious and they are not amused at all, which makes it even more funnier, but I still love them.

At some point from now on reality started kicking in and soon I have to say my goodbyes again. Some say it gets easy, but I think it gets harder each time. I realize that its only one more full day to spend with the people I love, one more day to see their smiles and give them hugs, one more day with Charlie for nap time cuddles (Charlie is the family dog by the way) and one more day to pack my damn bags LOL. But the craziest of all, its one more day before I board a 14 hour flight + an 8 hour layover and a third flight to my destination, walking through customs worrying if I have thoroughly not packed anything “illegal”, not that I have anything illegal to pack, and one more day to walk the beautiful grounds of South Africa. But like they say if you don’t go after what you want, then you’ll never have it and I’m doing exactly that, I am chasing the exact thing that I wanted. After all, we all have the choice to create our own destiny and some of ours include a lot of packing and unpacking.

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And lastly dare to live the life you’ve always wanted, even if it does mean that you have to unpack and re-pack 152 0000 times, it makes funny stories when you’re older. Remember you have this one life to choose how you live and to leave a legacy that will continue for generations after.

So what legacy will you want to leave behind? The one question that sparks my soul every time.

xoxo

C.v.T

 

272 STAIRS to a majestic Limestone Cave and the statue of Lord Murugan – Exploring The Batu Caves.

IMG_3129Situated just outside Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia lies a mystery, a well sought after adventure, The Batu Caves.

First it’s getting there. Now there are so many options like taking a taxi or train or by car obviously, but they know how to screw foreigners over big time with the taxis, so the best advise I would give is: travel like a local, see like a local and eat like a local. Best adventures ever.

Taking the train is about 40 minutes ride and it drops you right off at the caves, it was efficient and a ticket costs us 2 MYR one way. The trains are forever changing the departure times, and are never on time to head to the caves, still cheaper than a cab though and super clean. You can take the train literally everywhere, to central downtown, to the tourist attractions and big shopping malls and many other places.

Entrance into the one cave area is free, the one where the Munugan Statue resides. There are plenty of places to explore around there, you can go up to the prayer room where a Buddha is present, but you have to leave your shoes at the bottom. It is an amazing experience, you can see how the Hindu Culture is portrayed, and how similar but different their beliefs are. Many people give merit and donations, to be blessed by the Monk or the Priests. Some an exquisite view to witness. The pictures below show the people giving out merits to the Monks.

After the temple you can walk around different stalls, I would describe it as kind of like a market vibe, but a little on the expensive side, this is on the way to the caves. Once you reach the caves you will see Lord Munugan standing gold and tall, he sure is a magnificent view and of course the famous stairs to the top.

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The Munugan Statue and the famous stairs leading up to the caves.

It is a popular tourist destination, so it is hard to get pictures without the crowds. The stairs are pretty steep, and a long way up. But all worth it at the top. If you aren’t wearing anything that covers your shoulder and knees, then before you enter you are given a wrap around as shown in the pictures above. They look very traditional and smart and you are allowed to wear your shoes. There is a prayer vicinity up at the top, in the cave so that is why we were given those wrap around.

Now if you are not fit, like me then getting to the top can totally be a mission, but all worth it for the splendid view on top.

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View from the top as you are about to enter the caves.

Once inside, it is indescribable at how gorgeous the creation of the caves are. They are such a beauty of nature that its mesmerizing. And to top it all off this part of the cave is free to enter. It is massive inside lined with limestone and natural formations. There is plenty of monkey’s to see and feed and a lot of roosters confused at the times. You can explore the caves all you want, and head deeper in where a Buddha is situated at the top. It is simply beautiful to see.

The formation of the caves are unique and amazing.

The monkey’s and the birds waiting for snacks.

The prayer room.

When you exist this cave, going down the stairs again to your right you will see another entrance leading you to another cave, there you can take guided tours deeper into the caves for a fee though. After you have finished exploring the caves and reach back down to the bottom of the stairs, you have to hand your skirt back in and you can continue exploring around. There are quite a few places to see.

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Exploring the caves was majestic and magical, it is definitely worth climbing those 272 stairs to the top and back down again.

xoxo

C.v.t

A Chinese Man, an African man and the Bank – Welcome to South Africa on a Monday Morning…

It starts off with the Monday madness, you know, all the rushing, people being in some kind of trance frenzy still from the weekend and oh boy the Monday Blues we are all too familiar with. For some reason poor Monday is hated by many and liked by some.

Now we all know what it’s like to have to go to the banks on a freaking Monday morning, its like a big no, no, NO hell NO. So anyway the banks open at 9am (eye-roll), by 8:30 am you are standing waiting in the queue trying to be one of the first people in, well let me tell you, it’s not always the case. 9am rolls around, they open and eventually after all the pushing because people are still in their zombie state, you finally make the line at like number 10 and the wait begins, because well its African time and South Africa wouldn’t be South Africa if that didn’t exist. Our Monday morning bank business was quite an interesting one with some drama, nothing less expected from our people.

It starts off with a total of four cashiers, including a teller at the Forex. Ten minutes pass by and the Forex teller still has no one in the line, the queue for the other three tellers are getting longer and longer, of course though. By this time our beautiful people are getting more irritated as they have to wait so long. 30 minutes pass and we have barely moved to the front, but yet the Forex teller is still sitting there with no clients twiddling her thumbs. All of a sudden one of the tellers gets up and leaves obviously for a personal emergency. The manager (well she looks like she could be some sort of in – charge) comes in there, starts just standing around the other two tellers which are clearly busy with the customers, and starts chatting to the Forex Lady. Now of course most people speak their minds, so for that manager to do that was a mistake, because it had the customers in a rage of fit.

The Chinese man had his say first, and then the African man got involved, it soon started all the drama words flying back and forth in all sorts of languages from everyone, shocked faces of the cashiers like they have absolutely no idea what caused all this and a madman that sent the papers flying everywhere. To make matters worse the manager was pretty rude about it all, now I am not at all blaming the poor lady that ran off because she did look unwell, but for starters the Forex teller could have been helping other customers, and the “manager ” could have stepped in and taken over from the other teller that had rushed out, instead of having a good old conversation. People do have lives and jobs and other important things to do too, do they think we have time to stand at the bank all day? None the less, the drama died down and eventually we were all helped.

Moral of the story, don’t push the buttons of the people on a Monday morning and do stupid little things that is simple common sense, the people will unite together to stand up for themselves and for the others, and this is what makes our nation beautiful.

xoxo

The opinion of a C.v.t

 

Coming Home after Traveling…. The struggles are real….

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To some, going back home is an exciting adventure on its own. I mean for the first two weeks of being back you are like the shiny new object, with new and exciting stories to share about your travels. You are an inspiration, a story-teller or even a world Traveler. I mean there is absolutely nothing wrong with that feeling at all or going back. But for some like myself, it’s more of a fear. A fear for routine. A fear for falling back into the same old shit. A fear of being the person you once were.

Now for me this has been one of the hardest challenges of all. After traveling for a while I started to fall in love with other cities, I CHANGED and I changed a lot. Nothing in life stays the same though. Do I miss my family and friends? Hell yes…. Do I call this my Home? Yes, to an extent because now I call other places home too. Do I regret leaving? HELL NO… so many questions have been asked by so many people. But there’s just that something about leaving your comfort zone that makes you fearless, you enter into the world having to relearn everything and more. You become more aware of how people live and you start forming bonds with different cultures. You set your heart free more and more and become open to absorbing the beauty of the World. You start to live for the moments and make every second of your life count…. until it’s crunch time to come back home…

At first it’s super exciting to see everyone, family and old friends (the ones you still have left), it’s exciting to be in familiar places filled with tons of memories, to catch up on all the things you missed out on, to eat your favorite meals and to feel at home again. Like I said before you are the new object back in town. Now some might agree and some might not but this is my opinion. So after catching up and what not, you begin to realize that while you are excited and hyped up about all your travels…. the people who stay behind have changed too, they become accustomed to the routine of life, (which isn’t a bad thing at all, I mean everyone chooses their own destiny and that’s okay). They live there life like an ordinary person would.

Then the fear kicks in, you’re with loved ones but you feel alone… everyone is out there doing their things, living their lives, carrying on with their daily activities, getting on with their days. And then there’s you. You start to crave something, anything that doesn’t involve that routine that you once were in. You try to express your emotions but it seems like no one listens, they tell you “it takes time”, so you try to do the things you once enjoyed.  You get stuck back in a job that you can’t stand anymore, try to go back to studying, play your favorite sport and partake in hobbies that were familiar. But nothing seems to work, you once had a five-year plan, a future planned to settle down, own a house, work a 9-5 and now? and now you stuck on the fear of routine. You start to question everything all over again…. Is this really what you want? You try to replay those words over again “you will get back into life as we know it”.. once again, is this really what you want? You hear over and over again… “it takes time” but does it really?       (Now for some people it kicks in, one of my good friends has just been through this process, after a few months/ years to accept being back home, and that’s great and I am truly happy for them because they seem genuinely happy and content.)

And then oneday it just happens, the urge to move again, it’s all you can think about. You stare at your world map on your wall, you imagine the feeling of walking through the airports again, and then boom… it just hits you like a ton of bricks and the ticket is booked, that’s your seat for the next 26 hours and it makes you happy, you look at your passport and she’s ready, she’s always been ready. You feel that familiar feeling again, the one you love to feel, you feel the happiness and butterflies, you feel inlove all over again, a different kind of love. You realize that its a reality and have one week left, in that week its a rollercoaster of emotions, there’s the packing stories again (even though you have’nt fully unpacked from the last trip a.k.a the story of my life), there’s the goodbye dinners and then there’s that happiness….. And even though you leave again you know that you’ll be back again, because Africa, runs deep in your veins and that’s where your roots are…. I was made in S.A and that will always be Home.

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Close to my heart always.

My First blog post…

” DO IT TO MAKE YOURSELF PROUD”

So here I am… a spontaneous, broke, wild at heart, crazy 24 year old, unique individual that decided to follow her dreams and disobey the rules of society. Just a girl from a coastal town, who never decided to pursue the routine life, the girl that was crazy enough to take on the world, to reap in adventures and leave footprints in places that set my soul on fire. One of those many millennials that see life as an adventure, that choose the travel life over the routine, that never settle, the jetsetter and go-getters, the streetsmart, “will work for travel” kind of people, the misfits and the rebels with a cause, the broke ones and the rich ones but most of all the road less traveled ones, filled with memories from all around the world!  yup that pretty much sums up me…

This lead to the question: ” So why are you doing a blog?”. Well, I am here to enlighten you on the wasted years, the wasted youth, the pretty lies, the crazy adventures, the fun times, the tears, the laughs, the memories, the stressful situations right down to the ugly truth about living your own life the way you want through the way I chose to live my life: through Traveling of course :).

My posts are from my personal experiences and my two-sense humble opinions on my adventures and struggles in life. It is my own personal review, and stories from my journey in life, hopefully there are some useful tips and information that can help others in the same or similar situations or some for just a good old laugh, but like I have said this is from my personal experience.

So you can read my posts or not , comment on them or criticise them, but hopefully they will shed some light on the “priceless moments”, “the breathtaking views” , “the ugly truth” and the life of adventures through a C.v.T.

Enjoy Xoxo

 

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While I’m still young…

Moments come and go in the blink of an eye, some memories last and others fade, people come and go in a flash, life begins and ends constantly…yet some people still choose to live there lives being unhappy. 

Now I get asked 1000 times or more what my plans are for life, and honestly I can’t tell you. I realized that plans don’t always go to plan, anything can happen and why spend all your life missing the little moments that make life: Life itself. 

I learnt to love myself the most, because in the end you the only person who truly has you and under all that confidence and bravery I portray is a demon fighting other wars. 

I discovered peace with the past is necessary, money can buy me happiness like a plane ticket but it can also buy the less fortunate food and clothes. Now, I won’t change for people who have tried to change me, being someone’s else’s doormat is not okay and give people what they want to see but be authentic about it, your hater will follow you like it’s there religion. 

So while I’m still young I’m choosing to live in the moment, I don’t have a 5 year plan, I’m trusting God with my journey and winging it and so far it’s been an amazing one. Labeling people is bullshit, let a person be who they want to be or love who they want to… we all bleed the same and smile the same, so for goodness sake loose the fucking labels. I’m choosing to let people go who want to leave my life, I’m still happy for them tho. I’m taking a lesson as a blessing and learning with mistakes, even if I make them 100 times. I choose to travel and see it all, to find inspiration in people’s daily lives and to simply smile at strangers. I choose to say NO and mean it, to live for the truth, gain knowledge in different parts of the world, listen to people’s stories and live a simple life. I choose to be broke when I have to be but also to hustle for the beautiful life helping the less fortunate along the way. I’m choosing to be happy, some people won’t agree with my choices or whatever they want to be, but that’s okay because I choose ME. Anything is possible if you put your mind to it, I’ve learnt to sacrifice a lot to get where I am today, but my mom deserves the world so I’m hustling to make her proud and myself proud. I’m choosing to love even the ones who are too scared to be loved, I was once in that place too, but I chose to let that person go, and I pray that they find someone whose strong enough to love them the way they deserved to be loved and fill in the missing pieces. I choose to follow my dreams and play by my rules and to challenge myself like never before, and I’m not the only one whose going through the ups and mostly downs of life, but I choose to lift my head and smile at the world. 

Lastly I choose to make a change for myself and by myself, I choose pray, hustle and slay above all. I choose ME. 

Xoxo 

CvT 

An open letter to myself…it’s okay to grieve how you need to.

The thing about being you, is the different people you become every time you travel and move. People expect you to stay the same, they expect you to go back to promises you made when you were a different you, they want your time and constantly crave your attention. But you, you are different now, you let go of the girl you once were, it’s easy to fall in and out of many relationships and friendships, you see the world and people in different ways now….and you crave other people and places all the time, Home just isn’t home for you anymore.

You miss the other countries food, but you still love the potato salad and bubblegum milkshakes back home, you can’t seem to shake the feeling that this time next week you are eating different foods again. Its exciting and draining at the same time, thinking about the move again, you crossing my mind always as I prepare to leave again. It’s starting all over from scratch, the big new city, a different language all together, a new home, meeting new people and making new friends. It’s exhausting thinking about it even, but it’s what you pursued. It’s what you have been pursuing for a while now. You dread the long flights and layovers but you won’t be alone just yet, so that still gives you a sense of peace, I mean when was the last time you spent “time alone”? You can’t even remember.

The first few weeks of being back home were a blur, two years later and I still blamed myself for not coming home to your funeral and spending three weeks at home only, after being away for so long. I know you told me to chase my dreams and follow my heart, but you were my everything. I remember getting the phone call that afternoon, I could sense something was wrong the entire day, I knew you had let go the good fight and you went home. I was emotionless, I cried but I was angry, angry at you for leaving me so soon, angry at myself for leaving too. It was so hard to accept it, I didn’t want it to be true, especially being thousands of miles away again. I remember the things you taught me, the life lessons you showed me, the paths to follow that showed me how to be a better person. And although you were tough (the real German) tough, you made me the strong independent woman I am today. You are still my biggest inspiration and pillar of strength. When asked about who the biggest role model in my life is? It’s still you Gran and it will always be you. You might have been disappointed in me for grieving like I did, but it was so hard to come to terms with, I was in denial and the only thing that numbed the pain was the alcohol. I didn’t care anymore, it changed me as a person again. I became tougher, I didn’t care who I hurt or who I was hurting in the process. I rebelled with a cause, I looked for comfort in all the wrong things, I became a party animal, I loved all the wrong things. When I realized what I was doing, I learned to accept the facts of it’s going to be extremely hard to lose someone you love when you’re thousands of miles away, you are going to grieve in ways that you need to, whether it’s asking God a million questions, screaming in an open field, finding comfort in things that are crazy or picking yourself up from the bathroom floor at 3am.

However you decide to grieve, you do it, don’t let others tell you what to think or how to react you need to find the strength on your own again. It got easier for me after I got your tattoo 2 years later, I remember the times you told me to always be me, and to never give up on my dreams and goals. I remember I made you proud no matter what stupid shit I got up to and I remember that even though you not with me in person you are always close to me. I couldn’t have thanked the people enough that were around for me at that time , they were like stars sent from above. I shut the world out, but one person crept under those walls, they will always have a special place in my heart till the end, I became reckless and didn’t care what I was doing. I needed the time to heal and I have, I am at peace with it now, I let go of the negative bullshit and started focusing on me and the positive vibes.

I accept that there are so many things in life beyond your control, take the time you need to grieve, and learn to forgive…. it lifts a huge weight off of your shoulders. Don’t care what other people think of you, its their opinion and theirs alone, and don’t let someone hold you back, ever. Go out there and create a life that you dream of, and remember some days it is okay to give up and give in, but don’t make it a regular thing.

xoxo

me

CVT