Ihminen

...on itselleen aina mysteeri. En osaa vaihtaa sulaketta mutta pääsin opiskelemaan kehitysmaatutkimusta. Sitäkin sattuu.

Suomi!!!

So I'm finally home! The best place on the planet. It's fucking freezing, even though it's supposed to be a warm spring but it's great. It was awesome to surprise my friends, most of them had no clue I was coming. They are greatest people on the planet. It's was nice to spend a evening with people who all you like, no one you have to tolerate.

I should try to get my lazy ass into university, finally. So spring is gonna be hard core studying. But I'm planing new trips too. Let's see. If you are in Finland, let me know.

But now. It must be time to sum stuff up. I would like to start with a list of some high lights:
-Hermitage, St. Petersburg, Russia.
-Lake Baikal, Russia
-Ulan Ude, Russia
-Gobi desert, Mongolia
-Beijing, China
-Monkey Jane's, Yangshou, China
-All the massages I got
-M.A.S.H guest hous, Sihanoukville, Cambodia
-First views to the jungle in Taman Negara, Malesia
-Water falls, Luan Prapang, Laos because it was so impressive, the ones on Koh Chan, Thailand for more personal reasons
-That cool bar in Chian Mai, Thailand
-My 21th birthday on Don Det, Laos
-Bangkok,Thailand for shopping. The week end market is pretty over whelming
-Getting my first tattoo in Bangkok. A cute Singapori guy did it
-The markets. The ones with live chickens, weird medicines, tons of flies and smell of dried fish and the ones with cool handicraft souvenirs
-Yagon, Myanmar. The biggest culture shock on the trip
-Bagan, Myanmar
-Buddha Park, Vientiane, Laos. Weirdest sight ever.

The true high light on the trip, however, were the people. So thank you Olga, Flo, Vidar, Frank, Tilman, Fracisco, Franzesko, Stine, Hanne, Dan, Makic (even), LAsse, Heli, Susi, Hila, Or, Martin, Tom, Jane, Jason, Mike, Jean-MArie, Dinah, David, Marty, Nadia, Billy, Sussu, Sarah, Carina, Franziska, Ilse, Niko, Stilman, Kim, Erik, Mary, Atro and many others.

I'm probably gonna continue writing in Finnish from now on but some pictures should appear. Plus I have this thing written in English about traveling. Maybe later. Take care.

Guten Abend.

Europe is the best continent on the planet. That's a fact. I'm a euro girl. At least that's what I felt like when I had my first Finlandese sandwich on the Dusseldorf rail way station. On the second bite I also noticed I have been here before. Didn't even remember that...

Everybody speaks a language I know (well, sort of), it's not that cold, I think you can drink tap water and flush toilet paper, my hair is finally straight, my hostel is nice (whopping 22 euros, though) and I can't stop smiling. The time difference is six hours but I feel super. It's like 3 am. in Bangkok and I got up at six. I'm a bit worried it's gonna hit me tomorrow. The whole thing.

'Cause it wasn't like this this morning. I was swallowing tears when I realized I really had to leave Bangkok and Asia in general. It was pretty bad. And the thing about flying is that Banglamphoo still feels like it's round the corner. Unfortunately, it's pretty fucking far.

How will I ever explain this? The whole thing.

More about diving

My new love deserves some more time and effort. So I took a scuba diving course in Koh Tao Thailand and it was great. I'm a certificated open water diver diver now. Cool. Our group was nice and the instructor, Jack, was excellent. Good combination of stupid jokes and proffessionalism. Plus he has taught over 5000 people how to dive.

If you know me, you might guess that this wasn't easy for me. I am what they call, well, chicken shit. Basically scared of everything and that is because I hurt myself everywhere it is possible. And it wasn't easy for me this either. Or let say it was a bit more challenging for me than for most of the people in our group. But I wasn't that bad. Just needed some special attention from Jack. Finally I made him proud by finally getting right stuff everybody else was capable of doing the day before. Seriously, diving is easy. Anybody can do it, if I can.

If you have read this blog before you might remember that I have mentioned being a big water person. I guess everybody has an element they are most comfortable with. (That might be New age crap, though.) Of course, that made diving fun for me. Or maybe it was just the nitrogen. There are fish too. Anyways, I couldn't stop smiling after a dive. You just feel so fucking serene.

Now I'm back in Bangkok and doing my other favourite activity, shopping. And eating. Verna, Ella, teidan uni saattaa toetua siis...

I kid you not

...I was down in 18 meters today. And took my mask off. Have video to prove it. Yesterday I was swimming next to a turtle. Diving is the best thing I've ever done. The cliches are true.

Unfortunately, tomorrow Bangkok and reality calls again.

Happy women's day.

Kiitos kaikille numeroista...

Hi! I'm a enviroment friendly napkin

Sometimes I wish the whole world would be like a coffee house. You know, maybe not Starbucks, but like that. Color harmony, nice backround music, smell of coffee, stylish pictures on the wall and all that. Your biggest problem is choosing between a latte and frappucino. Your paying ridiculous prices of course but you don't care 'cause you know your also paying for the nice staff, magazines, nices couches and armchairs and clean toilets. They are the same everywhere in the world, only with charming local influences like in Finland rye bread, not drunken idiots. Maybe there are black and white photos of local old people on the walls or perhaps paintings from a young artist.

You feel like the world is a good and juste place, you read a pamphlet that tells you that the farmers get enough money for the coffee beans. A sign politely asks you to use as little as possible of plastic spoons. The napkins have a message.

However, the actual beauty of these kind of places lies in the fact that they are havens. After an hour or two in one you feel more armed to deal with hars world. Fortunatly today, I didn't even have to do that. After a cappucino and a tomato wrap I started my small excursion to Hong Kong. Loved it. Much more humane than I thought. Plus, if you look it down from the Peak, (a hill there) you notice that a huge part of the Hong Kong island is green. Very green, it's like jungle.

Yesterday wasn't bad either. Walking around in Macao which is a weird place but I like it. Makes me miss China and Europe. And of course, I'm visiting Olli, a good friend from back home. He shares apparment with a central location and a nice room mate. No complains.

I've been working my way up

Mingalabaa. "Hi" in Burmese. You don't have to know that. Everybody will hello you anyways.

Where to start? Missed me? Well, today has been my last day in Myanmar and I'm back in Yagon. It's still a cool city. I haven't been writing 'cause outside Yagon and Mandalay Net costs you almost 3 bucks. And I've been lazy. So I guess it's time to sum up the country. It's not a party capital so it has had a climbing theme. Let me explain.

Like I told you guys earlier, I went to Hpan An on to do I a random pilgrim thing on 772 meter mountain. I went to test my now smoke-free lungs. I was still out of breath after like 10 meters but I didn't get this disturbing pain on my chest like I used to. I guess that's something.

Next was the Golden Rock. There was the one hour climb and my first taste of the massive Burmese internal tourism. The cool thing about this country is that the sites are actually more exciting for locals than for foreign tourists.

The Golden rock is just that, a golden rock. It's supposed to be there 'cause couple of thousand years ago Buddha gave his hair to someone. A pagoda here Yagon has the same story and it's the most famous site in the country. The guy covered it with gold, people took this a bit too far and still add layers on it. So there is a big rock on a cliff on a small mountain and pagoda round it. If it doesn't have any religious meaning to you, it can feel a bit odd. But the hike up was fun with people selling bear parts and all the Burmese ladies admiring my "round eyes" and white skin.

Then a bit of climbing in Bago to a couple of pagodas.

After an real 28-hours-on-the-road-mission I finally did reach Bagan. Well worth it. Got a nice cheap room and ended up staying five days. Bagan is like Angkor Wat but nicer, I think. The temples are smaller but more close to each other so the area is cooler. You get good views on a endless field of pagodas. The roads are paved (thank you government forced labor on tourist sites) and ideal for biking. For one day I hired a horse cart with a German couple to see more remote temples.

The place also so differs from Angkor drastically when it comes to number of beggars, souvenir sellers and tour groups. There is totally enough though.

So, in Bagan there was a lot of climbing to get pictures of the pagoda fields.

Next was the famous Mandalay. On the bus there (which had to wait for me for a half hour, not my fault) I met the lovely Dutch girl, Ilse. We were both were at the same stage of our trips and had a lot of similar experiences to share. She convinced (well, I just told her I'm gonna come with her) me to go the beach for a couple of days. I convinced her to stop at Kalaw after Inle lake.

In Mandalay we climbed the Mandalay hill which was nice, I guess. The city it self is not knocker though. Very polluted and shit. However, we visited a nice monastery and got essential South East Asia experience of being offered tea and biscuits ( pop corn balls with sugar) by a toothless nun who doesn't speak any English. Great. Something I can tick out of my To Do -list. Then we went to see pythons getting a bath in a temple. Again, locals getting kicks out of weird stuff. Then Inwa a town near by. Climbed a watch tower. Not very tall.

In the evening we got to see the Moustache Brothers which was fun. They were ripping us off and making jokes about it. It's a stand up kind of thing with some Burmese dancing and a clip from About a boy. The show is famous because they two of the brothers went to prison for making jokes about the government and bunch of Hollywood stars made a fuzz about it. Rich people wanna do goo stuff too, you know. Now the shows in English and the government tolerates it.

Next destination was Inle lake and there was no climbing. Hardly even walking. We took a boat for the day and went around the beautiful lake. Some places had that great human zoo feeling with the long-neck Karen girls (you know, the ones with the dozen metal rings on their neck) but most of it was great fun. Another weird Burmese thing can be found on the lake. A monastery where the monks have trained cats to jump through hoops. How bizaar. Again.

Then we headed to Kalaw. The trekking HQ. We did a 15 km six hour trek to two villages. There was plenty of climbing. Enough. The villages were nice and everything but it's not my thing. I really love trekking in the nature and seeing people pass me, maybe talk to them for a while, you know interaction in a natural way or something. But I just think it feels odd to treat a village as a site. I don't know. Plus, it's hard to turn down people selling you stuff there. Even though you don't want or need it. Fortunately I'm becoming heartless.

We got out of Kalaw pretty quickly, partly 'cause it was fucking cold. During night time it got down to 4 celcius. The days were T-shirt weather though. We started our odyssey to reach the beach.

After 29 or so hours we finally did. Chaungtan may not be the most pristine one on the Bay of Bengal but it was the only reachable and affordable one. And it was pretty enough. And I'm just happy as kid when there are waves. On my last they there I was unfortunately so badly burned that I couldn't even swim. It was again a cool place to watch the Burmese on holiday. Swimming fully clothed and taking portrait pictures with stupid straw hats. There were also monks begging every morning and ladies trying to sell the same fish whole day.

The staff at our resort was the nicest in Myanmar, possibly on the whole trip. Me and Ilse just laid on the beach chairs right outside the hotel and somebody came to ask what we want for our next meal. So much for being a good traveler and spreading your money around. We were just so tired. It was just nice to not do anything and not to go anywhere. I finished Buddhism explained and Burmese days. Orwell never fails but I still don't know much about Buddhism.

As a whole, I think I saw a lot of Myanmar. But just the touristy stuff. I'm happy I came, I'm happy to leave. It was a bit more expensive than I thought. The other alternative is to take a tour. I'm not judging anyone's way of traveling but I'm saying fuck those people. I'm not saying I spreaded the the gospel of democracy here or anything but people should at least have the decency not come to totally poor underdeveloped country and go around just flying and sleeping in luxury hotels. Plus they are the people the government wants here 'cause they really don't have any contact with the people and most of the money goes straight in to the officials pockets. Plus, they make it more expensive for the rest of us.

The famously nice Burmese are also very poor so the walking ATM thing is very strong. Today like two people ripped me off. In one case a monk was heavily involved. Well, it's not big money, less than a euro combined but it's more the principle. But at least I learned I was born on Friday which means my lucky planet is Venus and my lucky animal is a hamster.

Traveling here is hard but can be done. A big part of the fun is that there are no tourist bail outs. No tourist buses, most of them look like their trying to set a world record every time they set off. A lot of shitty roads and all that of course too. No credit cards so you really have to make you buck last. You are still a wonder to many locals. People wanna take your picture and wanna practise their English.

The government thing is weird too. It's a lot of passport controls and you are not allowed to go everywhere. There are a lot of ministries and military stuff. People are either so poor that they don't care, (that's what the government wants and is keeping them that way) or they are a bit richer and they seem to treat the whole thing as a necessary evil. "It's too risky to do anything about it so let's just bend the rules" -attitude is strong here, I think. That's only natural of course. If you work hard to get a bit ahead, you also have more to loose. It's just a shame that now most of the country's population are living in the same way as they did 50 years ago. A lot of things seem to not have changed since Orwell's Burmese days. The guy on the next computer is up loading porn though. The wonders oft he world wide web.

So, tomorrow I should be flying out and might be greeted by a familiar face in the evening. Cool.
I would like to end with a Mark Twain quote which an American guy I shared a room with told me yesterday: "Don't let schooling come in the way of you education".

Ps. There was also too much Indian food involved.

I will not let thee go unless thee bless me

The same Bible quote in two books in a row. Read Zadie Smiths On Beauty. It' pretty great.

I'm still in Myanmar, in Bago now. I've been doing pilgrim stuff - climbing to places that is. In Phan an, on the 772m climb I really had to tell myself it's usually worth it. I guess it was. There was a cute kitsch monastery on top. And it was quite, nobody was shouting "Hey you, where you go?!"

Climbing the golden rock was less challenging but with sore muscles, it was something. But well worth it. And on the way back I met a burmese christian couple who wanted to take their fellow christian to dinner. They were a bit disappointed when I had no idea how to say grace.

There has also been a lot of time spend on pick ups and one major bus brake down. Talk about rubbing shoulders with the people. Tonigth I start my mission to reach Bagan. Doing good.

Familiar feeling

I can't believe it. Yesterday I was actually glorifying hang over. That must be good enough proof that I don't drink as much as home. It's funny. My friends back home would not believe how little I drink here and the friends I've met while traveling could not believe how much I used to drink back home.

Yesterday me and Carina were celebrating our last night together, at least for now. We were in one of the coolest bars in South east Asia, got to smoke shiisha and I ended up eating a fried maggot and Carina stole bananas. All in all, very funny and confusing.

Anyways. I'm in Chiang Mai at the moment. It's a cool city with a huge night market but so far, I would give our last stop, Chiang Rai even a higher grade. Funny town with the best tourist infrastructure I've ever seen but the place seems to be doing just fine without us too. Only the extremely scary dogs were the downside. They obviously target on tourists.

ONNEA MANDI!!!!!!

The israeli
School kids in Honsa
Thailand on the other side of the river.

Voi Mandi, aivan mieletonta. Ihanaa! Mahtavaa, etta kaikki meni lopulta kuitenkin hyvin... Voimia! Kiitos kun jaksoit ilmoittaa.

Man, I can't believe it! My friend just had a baby! Another thing to look forward for when I get home! It's gonna be great.

All that still seems a bit distant now. I'm leaving Laos, my favourite country so far and going to northern Thailand. I'm still traveling with the lovely Carina. We got kind of stuck in Luang Prapang for six days or so but we kind of did stuff too. Like kayaking which was cool and, most importantly, still falls into the "can be done in flip flops*" -activity category.

Then, couple of days in Hongsa with the resident Israeli. And no, there is no elephant center there. They work in the jungle. However, it's easy enough to organize a ride and it's definitely a nice sleepy little Lao village.

I'm sad about leaving, especially ' cause I'm already regretting not doing the Gibbon experience (Google!) and not going to the Bolaven plateau down south. That's where the good coffee is from). But hey, now I have a reason to come back. Sweet.

*Flip flops. A funny anecdote about them. A couple of days ago I was a proud owner of, not one, but two pairs of them. Some how, I lost them both in a couple of days. For me thoug, that's just a good reason for buying new ones. I went for the classic black rubber.

Sabaidee!

A few more pics from Vientiane. The temple is on the cover of LP Laos.

Franziska, Carina and Atro eating sticky rice.

People taking pictures of the sun set on a hill in Luang Prapang.

Buddha cave

Still in Laos and it still rocks!

I got to Luang Prapang yesterday with my German-Australian-Finnish traveling crew and we are all loving it. This is a pretty UNESCO world heritage town with the best souvenir market ever (AUCH!). The only down side is that it's proper cold here during the night and after all this time in South-east Asia I have only one shirt with long sleeves. Oh well, I'm Finnish after all.

Our last stop was the backpacker hell of Vang Vieng. It was pretty bad. But the place is beautiful and the ones from our cynical group who got into the river with the tube, truly enjoyed it. And our bungalows were nice.

Our conversations mainly involve pains and aching but we are having fun. Hope you are too. Big thanks to everybody who remembered my birthday!

This time I'll take it slow

Few pics from the lovely Don Det

Few pics from Buddha park

So. Again I GOT MY CAMERA AND MY CELL PHONE STOLEN. I was kind of stupid with my stuff so this was very predictable. But good things always come from bad things. As a result of my extra day in Stung Treng I met two nice girls, Fransis and Carina, went to the peaceful river island of Don Det with them. We stayed next to a Reggae bar, where was the only party on the island for New years. We mainly ended up watching the fun from distance of our bungalow balcony.

My birthday was great. The girls, nicest Canadian couple ever and I decided to celebrate on the second, 'cause we were all together. Of course, being in Laos, you have to celebrate with a happy cake. On the menu it said it's feeds 4 people. Eventually there was six of us and I can say everybody had enough cake. There was even some left for the next day. It was fun.

Whole Don det thing was cool. Nice, quite, good food, interesting people. I even got to meet the legendary Grant, the Scottish crazy man. It was also extremely beautiful and I though it was a shame I can't show you pictures. But my personal travel agent, Francis lended me her extra camera for the rest of my trip, so I guess I will get some pictures on line at some point.

This morning me and Francis arrived to Vientiane. All the legends are true. Scandinavian bakery is great, the traffic is humane and the National history museum was hilarious. And bus ride was luxury.

By the way, you metal fans. Check out the link to Tuska-festival. The rest of you, check out what the youth of Helsinki looks like on Hel looks.

Egyptian bells are ringing when it is her birthday

Haudi gang!

A lot has happened. First I left the rock and roll town of Phnom Penh, then I got my camera and cell phone stolen on the way, had to spend an extra day in Stung Treng try to fix a police report - like that would ever happen in Cambodia, then I met two great girls, went to Laos to a peaceful river island. Now I am heading to Vientiane. Excellent.

I ll slow down and tell you all about it. Later.

Kids on the block

I have to write again. It's been such a good day. Whole PP seems to be in a good mood today. I tried smiling for the first time in while when dealing with the tuk-tuk drivers and I'll be damned, it worked! The guy said, okay, with your smile, 2 dollars less. I was trying to get to the Killing fields where the Khmer Rouge slaughtered people. It's a peaceful place now but you can still see bones and clothing everywhere.

The drivers was good (meaning quite). No weird laughs or creepy pick up lines! Just the basic questions. Excellent!

Yesterday I went to visit an orphanage. The kids were extremely sweet and nice. But I realized that I'm really not good with kids!

When the guy working there had giving me tour in the place, he was like, okay, now you can go play with the kids. I freaked! What do I do? Every time I meet a child, I try to have a conversation with them. I ask what do they wanna do when they grow up, what kind of movies they like etc. But if their English is limited to very basics, I'm totally lost. But this guy there told me there's hope. It just takes a bit getting used to.

Because it was Christmas and all that I bought them rice for 30 dollars. I have to say that made me feel good. Even if I'm totally handicapped with playing, at least I can give them food.

One kid I do get a long with is this girl selling books on the street where my hostel (if you can call that crappy place that) is. When I first met her, she looked really starving and I bought her a bunch of bananas. Ever since we been on good terms. Last night she came to sit with me while I was having dinner. She was just smiling, drawing and drinking an orange juice. I think she didn't like it but was trying to be polite.

I asked her how old she was and I hope she answered wrong. She showed me that she is 13. That freaks me out because to me she looked more like 10. But then again, I don't know anything about kids.

That's the benefit of staying in one place for a while. You are a familiar face. I guess I shouldn't be so negative towards people approaching me. If they don't touch me (some do) I am fine. Anyways, in Finland I will probably miss people telling me I'm beautiful on the street.

Ps. Heli! Ostin just Valkoiset hampaat divarista! Tuli fiilis, etta se ois kiva lukea taas ja alkuperaiskielella... Meilaile, babe!

Jos oli jo ikava

...niin ei ole enaa kauaa. Today, it's all about me, myself and I. Aloitetaan vaikka talla deittinettikuvaalla...

minut paremmin tuntevat tietavat, etta oikeasti naytan talta. Huomaa kuitenkin humoristinen Tsinggis Khaan - matkamuistopaita Mongoliasta.

Ma en oo kina tajunnut, etta mulla on noin iso nena.

Olkoon nama teille opiksi:

1. Kuvia ei oteta ennen puolta paivaa

2. Ylikasvanut irokeesi on maailman vittumaisin tukka

Pakollinen "Pusuja kaikille"- kuva. Hyi vittu.

Taa oli pakko laittaa, kun se on niin torkee.

Tassa mun tan hetken luottokamat

Olen viela Bangkokissa, taalla naytta vahan talta.

Olen viettanyt kolme paivaa hieromalla jalkoja. Olen ollut siis hieronta kurssilla. Rankkaa tyota. Arvostan hierojia entista enemman. Tajusin ainakin, etten ite pystyis siihen. Jos aamun jaalatte jaisi jonain paivana valiin, ei hommasta tulis mitaan.

Tarkoitus oli menna myos thai-hieronta kurssille. Mutta empa tieda. Valilla mun jalkahieronta opettaja vaanteli mun selkaa kuosiin ja se oli helvetin pelottavaa. Ja joihinkin kohtii painaminen sattui polttavasti ja seuraavan kerran mystisesti ei.

Onko sinun alavatsan lihaksiasi koskaan hierottu? Ei? No, voit elaa ilman sita kokemusta, takaan sen. Helvetin hammentavaa. Mutta hyva meininki jeejee.

Ps. Moni varmaan muistaa, etta vihaan omia kuviani joten arvostakaa!!!

Hei pa (po) dej!

Nyt olen sitten saapunut tanne kaikkien backpackereiden mekkaan eli Bangkokkiin. Hyvalta nayttaa. Eilen ei nayttanyt. Juna, jonka kolmannessa luokassa olin viettanyt yon kapertyneena rinkkani viereen, oli noin 400 sadan kilometrin paassa taalta, kun sen olisi jo pitanyt olla jo perilla. Se oli lopulta mieltaturruttvat 6 TUNTIA myohassa. Ei tallaista sattuisia Venajalla, sanon ma. Euroopassa ehka, mutta ei Venajalla.

Tanne tuleminen tassa vaiheessa oli taysin jarjetonta, silla palaan viela Etela-Thaimaaseen myohemmin. Mutta tuli vaan sellainen fiilis, etta nyt Bangkokkiin. Et silleen. Tallaista taa mun matkustaminen.

Mutta hyvahan taalla. Kun lopulta tappelin itselleni huoneen hotellista josta halusin, (oma kylppari, 190bh=n.4 euroo) kaikki alkoi kirkastua. Jaa, etta miksi juuri siihen hotelliin? No, ne nayttaa 3 elokuvaa paivassa sangen mukavassa baarissaan ja halusin lasia siella hyvalla omalla tunnolla ja ostamatta mitaan. Olen nimittain taman matkan aikana katsonut YHDEN elokuvan. (Ja The Wedding Date tanaan) Kerrottakoon tassa vaiheessa, etta yleensa katson 1 paivassa.

Mutta sitten itse aiheeseen. Eli ruotsalaisiin. Niita riitta. Tassa nettikahvilassa on noin kymmenen asiakasta ja ainakin nelja puhuu ruotsia. Ruotsin vakiluku on hieman alle yhdeksan miltsia. Miten ne on sitten kansoittanut koko vitun Aasian? Tama alkoi siis jo Mongoliasta lahtien.

Tilastollisesti siis suomalaisiin pitaisi tormata hieman useammin kuin puoleen siita, mita tormaa ruotsalaisiin. Taman koneen edellinen kayttaja oli suomalainen ja eilen saatoin kadulla kuulla suomea, mutta sita ei voi mitenkaan verrata lansinaapureiden nakyvyyteen. Niita on enemman kuin israelilaisia.

No, ei siina mitaan. Laagomia vakeahan he ovat. Ja ihan hauskaa kun ymmartaa edes jotain niiden keskusteluista, mutta ihmettelen vaan. Taitavat olla vaan fiksumpia ja ehka rikkaampia kuin suomalaiset (ja kauniimmin ruskettuvia), kun noin kauhiasti reissaavat. Varmaan rasittavaa, kun tormaa jengiin kotipuolesta jatkuvasti.

Eka monsuunisade!

Malesia rokkaa. Kuala Lumpur ainaski. Ihan ekana en ollut siita niin varma. Saavuin tanne kahden aikaan yolla, otin rip off -taksin paskaan hostelliin jne...

Seuraavana paivana vaihdoin kivoimpaan hostelliin missa olen ikina ollut. Mita nyt nain ekan torakan elamassani. Se oli pieni, mutta Fransisco sanoi, etta se on huono juttu, koska se tarkoittaa, etta niilla on pesa. No, taide seinilla ja pehmea sanky korvaa sen.

Sitten lahdin lounaalle tapaamaan jenkkikaverini Veran ystavaa Diania. Han naytti minulle kaupunkia. Paivalliseksi mussutin iloisesti lehman keuhkoja ja kuivattua kalaa. Mukava paiva siis ja mukavia ihmisia. Illalla mentiin kuuntelemaan hieman kornia jazzia sairaan kalliiseen baariin.

Dian on muslimi, joten han ei juo. Oli mukava nahda esimerkki ihmisesta joka viettaa hauskaa ja normaalia elamaa juomatta. Ehka se olisi lopulta se helpoin vaihtoehto.

Lueskelin tassa Veeran ja Timon blogia ja mietin, etta mun kriiseilyn sijaan te varmaan mieluummin lukisitte kuvailuja paikoista. Ei kay. Tai no, vaan jos se liittyy olennaisesti mun kriiseilyyn. No, eilen illalla kaveltiin moskeijan ohi. Vieressa oli katolinen kirkko ja sitten viela hindutemppeli, josta lootusasennossa istuva, kummalisilla kuviolla maalattu vanha seta vilkutti meille. Dianin kanadalais-kiinalainen poikaystava sanoi siihen, etta taalla naa uskonnot elaa kauniisti harmoniassa. Aanessa oli pieni ironian vivahde.

Sitten kaveltiin hindu-haiden ohi. Niilla oli bileet. Mietittiin, jahka pystyttaisiin sniikkaamaan messiin. No, Mark sanoi siihen, etta tuskin. Malesialainen, kiinalainen ja valkoinene ei oikein katoa intialaisten keskelle. Jostain kumman syysta, mulle valkeni ekaa kertaa elamassani, etta ma tosiaan olen euroopplainen, valkoinen tai miten vaan.

Eika ole mitaan, mita ma ikina voisin tehda muuttaakseni sita. Ja joillekin ihmisille se tarkoittaa jotain. Tai siis, etta kun ne nakee mut ensimmaista kertaa, ma olen niille ensisijaisesti valkoinen ja se tarkoittaa jotain. Jotenkin mun ajatusmalli oli kai ollut jotenkin seuraava: kasite "white people" viittaa nimen omaisesti amerikkalaisiin valkoisiin. Mina olen Suomesta, joka on pieni eksoottinen maa, talla ei ole mitaan tekemista minun kanssani. Ah. Vaikea selittaa. Joka tapauksessa, en tieda, miksi Markin kommentti, joka ei mitenkaan liittynyt tahan, sai kaiken taman liikkeeelle.

Noin yleisesti ottaen, ainakin KL on ihastuttavan monikulttuurinen. Kaikki puhuu taalla englantia, mika on oikeasti tosi kivaa. Kusetuksen meininkia, liikennekaaosta ja yleista haslaysta on vahemman kuin muualla Kaakkois-Aasiassa. Roskaa, rottia, liskoja, ystavallisia hymyja ja loistavaa ruokaa on kuitenkin sama maara. Hirvea maara Mc Donaldseja muuten. Olen itsestani ylpea, en ole viela kertaakaan siella syonyt. Starbuckisin jaalatte on kylla liiankin tuttu paivanaloitus. No, joka tapauksessa. KL, I'm loving it.