It has been a while since I updated my travel stories. This time, words do not flow easily into my head like they used to, and this probably one the effects of alienation syndrome.
The pandemic had taken a toll on many of us including a psychology student like myself. I experienced my sanity diminishing day by day as the whole shebang went on far longer than anticipated and I dont know how, but I managed to keep my grip intact. Two years of on and off lockdowns, borders, flight restrictions, quarantine bs, and not to mention emotional roller coasters mindfuck that we are learning to Lets face it, is there a chance of reclaiming the old lives back? Probably not. Has it been difficult times? Hell yeah. But life goes on, and well get on with it! It is time to reclaim sanity.
Where have I been since my most recent blog? Europe is the only continent where I spent most of the two years travelling to and there is no need to write stories about my European travels.
uncertainty persists, Europe has started to feel so dull that I me to make another massive change in my world. I craved new excitement, I fantasized about being on an island far, far away where I can empty my mind as I lay down under the sunshine. Soak myself on a warm clearwater beach, taste a bite of delicious seafood and wash it down with refreshing cocktails. This image seems farfetched at this moment of madness without going through all the hassles.
I could no longer tolerate the European staycations experience, and I desperately needed to find a destination with a fewer measures. A few days of searching later, I stumbled upon the Dutch Islands on the Caribbean Sea, a place that never crossed my mind or oddly had attracted my attention. Without hesitation, I booked myself a trip of more than 11 hours flight for the first time in two years to an island where quarantine is not required. Stuff to prepare such as a travel insurance, a PCR test and online immigration form are still mandatory before departure. In addition, an antigen test should be conducted a few days after arrival. I must
say that these new travel rules are all new to me, they were inconvenient, costly and One thing I keep in mind, freedom is invaluable to a such as me.
Time has flown, the big day has arrived and unforeseen circumstances can still arise. I am keeping my fingers crossed from the moment I left my home to the airport in the hope of smooth and customs control without hiccups. Wearing a mask covering half of my face for 15 hours is something I am yet to experience. The distraught faces wandering around airport are not something Im accustomed to seeing. I forget how annoying are some travellers and what its like to be stuck with them for more than 10 hours on a plane. 3 hours of airport bullshit later, freedom is finally mine once I sat on my seat and felt my flight take off as scheduled.
Fast forward 11 hours later, it was truly liberating to have arrived at the final destination. The sweet escape to the island of beautiful beaches! So far away, isolated from the current global chaos, no drama but a glass of Prosecco and fine dinning await. I
arrived at my resort around midnight and then spent the first evening sitting by the pool in a restaurant enjoying the presence of a new world. As I sit next to the pool, I feel the evening of tropical breeze blowing over my hair in the warm temperatures beneath the stars in the sky. The luscious dinner and a bottle of Prosecco were the perfect pair to my evening.
After dinner, I headed back to my room to rest. Im laying on the bed listening to the stillness and closed my eyes as the quiet serenity of the resort invited me to relax. The palm trees, wild bananas and surrounding tropical plantations add this calming and peaceful feeling to my relaxation. I hear no sounds of motor vehicles or drunk idiotic tourists making scenes in public spaces. Troupial birds twitters were my call that soothed my morning rituals in the following morning.
