At the end of 2019/beginning of 2020, Phil and I had at least 2 big trips already booked (flights at least): Canada for the early May bank holiday and China-Japan for July-Aug, in time for the 2020 Olympics! But because of COVID-19 that was declared as a pandemic in March, all of these plans went down the drain.
There wasn’t a “16for2016” (i.e., 16 countries in year 2016), which could have been the third following from my 14for2014 and 15for2015 projects in the last 2 years. Nonetheless, this year I managed to step on 4 continents (Phil did 5 though, because America!)—which is why I think 2016 is equally awesome as the previous years!
Spring of 2014. In the midst of a very busy audit engagement. It was a temporary escape. Went far up north, in another kingdom. I’d like to call it Kingdom. I thought it sounds so cool. Scotland!—farther, in the Scottish highlands! When I think about Scotland, I used to imagine camping—with the soft earth as my bed, the canopy of stars my roof and the chirping of the birds my lullaby at night and my alarm in the early morning. That’s how I imagined my Scotland visit would be.
It was Spring Bank holiday in 2015 when Phil and I decided to visit Northern Wales and hike up Snowdon Mountain. I was quite excited about it because (1) it’s another “country” in the UK (2) mountains, and Snowdon is one of the peaks that’s generally included in the UK 3-peak challenge (with Ben Nevis in Scotland and Scafell Pike in England on the list); and (3) it’s my first long weekend trip with Phil! ❣
I’d go with the flow; if anyone invites me, I’ll go!
I first heard about Holi Festival of Colors from my blog-hopping sesh a few years back and thought of including this in my bucketlist—go visit India, where this festival is originally from, and participate in the festival! But then, India’s a bit far from where I am currently in, which is in the UK, so I opted for a similar fest just around London—same event, just in a closer and more convenient location!
“Wait for me, let’s go together to Scotland…let’s pitch a tent, let’s camp…” I’m sure he might have already forgotten about what he said. But yeah, I waited—okay, part of the waiting was really because I didn’t want to go to Scotland alone last year—I think it’s too pretty to be admiring it by myself and it’s a bit of a loser of me to be camping alone!