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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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