Wanderlust
I must admit that travelling isn't exactly my priority in life. But once in a while, my wanderlust hit me and I go travelling. I still remember the days when I was in Alevels and all I wanted to do at that moment was to take a train to nowhere. In the sense of traveling, that hasn't changed. I enjoy just setting out and going somewhere. Where? I don't really know or care sometimes. But it would be good if the place is foreign. As in, a culture or a land I know pretty much nothing about. Anyway, my wanderlust hit me and I ended up in Hanoi. Honestly, I fell in love with that charming city. I love the hustle and bustle. The constant stream of people and noises. The narrow streets. Maybe it's because I was born and bred in the city. But I have always enjoyed the city and its busy streets. There's a pulse about cities. And every city's pulse is different. And what makes a city alive is always its people. Same earth. Dif