My front bottom tooth is aching in pain and thus cannot fall asleep. If I still can’t in an hour, I will resort to narcotics.
One of my favourite street food from my time in Ottawa has been Shawarma King on Bank street. It has unbelievable juicy grilled meat with the garlick-est sauce you will ever eat and repel any mosquitoes away. Your blood will reek garlic that your horrible bosses steer away from you at the office (yay), and the roasted potatoes that it’s paired with will be only thing you’ll be dreaming about from 2pm – 5pm.
Then when I lived in the East Coast, it was Doner Kebabs that were all the rave. (see previous post on explanation of the food and pic), aka “Donairs”. Donairs essentially are the same and different. Same because it’s grilled meat to the North Americans. Different because it came from a different country and the sauce has many variations. It’s like asking people are fries and chips the same thing from UK to Canada? Deep, fried, potatoes in a slice format. Point made.
The method of cooking may taste subtly different to natives. For me, it’s when the meat is correctly grilled with the right amount of juiciness that fill in a pita bread (avoid messiness) and plenty of tabbouleh (for crunch) is what makes this satisfying lunch or a snack after the mall.
Here are some places that I look forward to trying out in the next few weeks:
– All accomodation has been booked: Airbnb, hotels, hostels, caves.
– Flight re-routed to avoid Albania now. I looked into how to avoid an 8 hour transit from Tirana into Montenegro but it wasn’t happening. So now the first half of the trip now is now: Dubrovnik, Mostar, Kotor, Tirana, Sarajevo, Belgrade, and Sofia (Bulgaria).
I had my wisdom teeth took out the weekend. It’s been a long numbing recovery.
Here’s a picture of what I am craving: Doner Kebabs. Meat is good. I might drag S with me to a Turkish resto next week for some pre-trip preparation.
The most popular way to use MB is by HR for the job recruiting process but whenever I talk to S, I find our MB score shows itself through everything you do, not just work. So it got me thinking, other than career paths, how else does it come across in travels?
My experience shows
ESFP/ESTP: people who can’t stand being alone must travel in packs. They are totally live in the moment type of people.
ESTJ/ISTJ/ISFJ: fun comes from when the trip happens on time and according to plan. Think of this as “structured fun”.
INTP (me): Getting lost with an ISTJ, and taking over navigation while they stress out. For once, I look more put together.
Other Intuitives, I have nothing for you for now. My guess is, intuitive people love travelling because it opens the world of possibilities. Intuitives travel to fully immerse themselves in the different and actively look for ways to change their perspectives.
Now, I get it. We travel to be a little more ourselves, without interruption.
Of this earthly world rather than a heavenly or spiritual one
It was a few years ago that I started to recognize something was missing in my life. It was always easy for me to do the right thing –keeping up with grades, getting a job, and giving it all at work. Every day felt like a cycle on loop with no pause button. I was never able to find the missing piece until I went to Japan to study for a semester. I never realized that getting a job, making money and growing old wasn’t the only option I had in life.
Now looking back I have come to call this endless loop “The Mundane”. Although, commonly used as an adjective, it is actually best used as a noun.
When I traveled for the first time ever, it felt like a rush of emotions. The intense sensation of being satisfied yet needing more. I don’t have a name for this yet, but it would definitely be an antonym of mundane.
Traveling became my pause button in life. A little short of an addiction, though many would argue otherwise, in the last 4 years I’ve somehow managed to visit 17 countries and countless cities. The count continues as R. and I brew up our Balkan adventure…
Google confirms it. Today is also her birthday. Happy birthday!
We’re arriving in Tirana, Albania, where there is no transport other than bus or taxi to leave the country. No trains, I repeat no trains leave the country. I wonder if we would have to bus & ferry like she did in 1928, to leave Albania.
The current best plan looks to catch the 12 hour 2 bus ride, 1 taxi to cross borders into Montenegro.