the itch of the wanderlust

a young teacher at school told me her husband is in germany for a 3 month course. i felt the itch then. i told her if i were her, i would have followed the husband.





i was just watching globe trekker today, and they showed all the markets in the world that one should visit. they featured portobello road market, where i visited and bought my griddle (yes, a griddle).

immediately i was transported to the day when i visited the place with such eagerness and excitement. how i had a nice chat with the bloke (haha so British) who sold the griddle, who told me he's been to Johore. i'm reminded of the colourful market, which reminded me so much of petaling street.

i love the wild red poppies in the meadows that make them look so cheerful and vibrant

i remember the laidback atmosphere of melbourne, and how i love buying fruits at victoria market. i remember the good times i had there with my nieces, and how a fat sheep followed me around because i had food. at warrook cattle farm, where we saw kangaroos, sheep and more sheep, and ate scones






i remember when i reached dover before crossing the english channel, i recited matthew arnold's poem The Dover Beach.


i remember squealing in delight when i caught sight of Stonehenge for the first time.

i remember feeling mesmerised when looking at Eiffel Tower at night, or as i walked the halls of the Grande Appartment in Chateau de Versailles.




i dont have a lot of money, but once i travelled, i'm addicted to it. it's like a madness that one cannot cure. the sense of excitement of encountering something new and sampling their culture is what drives me to go to all these places.

the itch to travel is tugging at me again.

with all the things that have been happening to me, i hope to go to one special place this year, if God permits.