Learning to Remember

Waking up early is in my blood. Struggling to put my already damp sports bra on to my already sweaty body I remind myself where I am: Cat Ba Island. Skipping down the 6 flights of stairs I curse the broken elevator. Walk to the street and pick up the pace.


The streets are busy with locals. Motorbikes zoom to drop off kids at school, men at work and women selling coffee, I run. Ignoring the calls for a taxi or motorbike ride I run. To the beach, to the ridge where I am alone with my islands. My islands rest and wait and absorb the shock of the waves that lap them from the great sea. I’m alone as I stretch my tired muscles, as I climb the stairs I had just descended and as I round the corner and sit with a small Vietnamese woman who tells me hot coffee is just 10,000 dong. I sip my twenty-five cent brew and remind myself again and again.

One thought on “Learning to Remember

  1. Hello young lady, I have finally slowed down enough to check out your blog, and I have to say great writing.
    It was great meeting you and although in this life we will most probebrely never meet again, I have to say that my small amount of time with you at Penang was a very nice experience and i thank you for sharing a little of how your life is going for you, ” if only there were more people out there that would take the time to travel and search there sole, what a great place we would live in” .
    Also I like what you have said about sorting out our wants from our needs, I can only speak for my self and if I am honest, i need for nothing but I want for a lot when my sole is empty and and I forget to work on my spiritual being, that is when I try to fill the hole in my belly with material things to make me feel better, the only problem with that is my new iPad and my smart phone just never seem to be enough and I find my self consuming more and more.
    I have found out for my self it’s about what I can give rather what I can take from the world, when I let go of self and give my time to others it feels amazing.

    Any how I thank you once again for our paths crossing in little old Penang Ps I hope that you found a new home for your charger.

    Happy travels, Lee Copas

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