This became so evident during our recent trip to SE Asia. So much filled so few days, that the memories overloaded my communication zone - what to share without drowning my friends in post-trip euphoria?! I have attempted to distill the experience into a few sensory phrases: smell, taste, sound and sensation!
Bangkok: inhaled acrid tuk tuk exhaust; savoured spicy hot coconut soup; nodded my head to jazz at the Saxophone Pub; and loved the bubbles of joy popping in my throat as a bucket of water was dumped in my lap!
Phuket: breathed in the sea of warm salty air; overwhelmed my taste buds with sticky coconut rice with sweet mango; reassured myself that the annoying cicada buzz would fly away each evening; spirit restored by warm sea water enveloping my body and seeping deep into my parched soul.
Kuala Lumpur: wandered through the mist of hot cooking oil wafting from the street vendor's cooking pot; sampled sweet baklava and smooth cappuccino at the Islamic Art Museum; captivated by the haunting call of the eman to prayer at sunrise and sunset; cocooned within my inner me while the warm tropical downpour splashed off the cool blue tile of the dome.
Jakarta: choked on hot diesel fumes in search of working Indonesians; salivated over the hot, melting goodness of satay; tuned in and out of the common call of the hawkers -"just looking" - at the antique market; shocked myself with a growing sense of oppression from the heat swirling around my scarfed head as I followed the men through the national mosque with rebellion rising in my heart.
Bali: immersed myself in exotic incense mingled with heat, sweat and spices; indulged in hot nasi gorang and cool Italian gelato served in restaurants with sand floors and waves crashing at the threshold; bounced to the repetitious notes of the gamelan ensemble ping ponging through the air and my mind; mesmirized in spirit and heart by a temple silouhetted against orange and pink and blue waves crashing on the rocks.
Urban path: warm earth mingles with the sweet perfume of the wild roses; hot coffee lingers on my tongue and breath; bird songs amplified by the silence on the edge of a sleeping city; soaked in contentment as the cool misty valley rose to meet the hot orange ball of the sun - my home.
Be authentic; be alive; be you - and follow your heartbeat!