I'm closing in on 20, two decades of living and arguably living well. Growing up is not something I look forward to, and I had to get somewhere new to make myself ok with the extra year. The weekend after my birthday I am taking off for Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand, and Myanmar, as well as Laos if I find time. I have always longed for Siam. I have longed for it like you can only long for something unknown. It has been as I imagine many virtual relationships have been since the advent of online dating. I have always asked 'what can draw a person to a jpeg and a carefully curated autobiography?' How can love be translated into ones and zeroes, then be translated back into words and still be love? And most importantly, how can one desire to maintain a relationship out of that ethernet ether? I never understood, until I reflected upon my longing to go to Southeast Asia. I have never been to these countries, but how can I begin to explain my need to go there but for this imperfect metaphor? I've not known Vietnam, but I have loved its likeness as much as a likeness can be loved. My years of informal study of Myanmar can best be described as love: a forbidden fruit not unlike Romeo's Juliet. Two and a half weeks out and I think of myself at a Burmese band's punk show, or making kissing noises at a waiter, as is custom in the country to call a waiter. So much to learn, and even more for which to yearn. To run until I run out of world, or until the world runs out of me!
Victor Bernabei is just another millenial travel blogger. But here's the twist: He isn't a millenial! His goal is to see as many countries as he can, and spread the message that the world is not as scary as the news wants you to believe, and that there is beauty in all people, places and things.