Category: Laos

Jet Lag, Yer a Gnarly One

Jet Lag in Laos

Day 2.5 in Laos, a country I’ve been wanting to visit for the past 5 years, and I’ve slept through most of it thus far.  Jet lag, you stinker, you’re foiling all my plans to explore and learn and be creative and make new friends and, and…zzzzz!  Arriving in a new place is usually a boost enough to wake up at ungodly hours and join the daylight, but I just can’t seem to kick the sleep monster this time.

We arrived on October 8th in the evening after 2 days and 4 flights traversing 2 continents.  Five years ago I made a similar trek while living in Dublin, visiting Malaysia, Cambodia, and Thailand with childhood friends.  It was one of those epic friend trips filled with neon colours, eyes wide with wonder, wobbly buckets, ancient wats & rickety tuk-tuks, fingers tickling with excitement, and bellies wrought by who knows what bugaboos…but no jet lag.

Tricks of the Trade: Beating Jet Lag

I have a few theories on how this is possible.
1) almost thirty vs. early-twenties = pre-historic vs. pre-mature bodies coping with the tick-tock of the world
2) my love of sleep has overtaken my love of travel
3) contrary to my previous beliefs, a diet consisting of mountains of chocolate from around the world doesn’t provide you enough energy, or
4) I didn’t play the jet-lag game as well as I could have this time

You see, jet lag is a funny little sneaky turd of a gnome.  You can beat him at his game by guzzling water (check), eating healthy (almost check), exercising (questionable check), and sleeping while the sun is down as you chase it across the skies (definitely no check).  But I didn’t follow the rules.  Seasoned travellers win this game with their eyes shut, just as baby-faced early twenty-somethings can run a race after a marathon night of university “studying”.  Instead of ticking the boxes and triumphantly crossing the ribbon at the finish line, I was preoccupied with holding my breath next to stinky seat neighbours, documenting the desert below, binge-watching a new tv show on the in-flight entertainment system, and lastly, counting the odd sheep jump over my head.

Desert Airplane Views

Time for Sleep

Perhaps I should have drunk more water, eaten more vegetables (and less chocolate), and closed my eyes when the desert was laid out beneath me.  But I did not and now it’s 3pm local time and I’ve been awake for only an hour today.  My other travel half is currently in la-la land, sawing logs and blissfully unaware of the time.

For now I’m going to catch up on writing, something I’ve missed terribly and forgotten to do while soaking up life in new lands.  I’m going to chug some water, and I’m going to strategically set my alarm for bedtime and follow it no matter how wide awake I am…maybe…hopefully…honestly!…probably.

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Ants in My Pants

I. Can’t. Stop. Grinning!

In less than a month I’m about to embark on a completely different kind of overseas adventure than I have in the past.  Am I nervous?  Yup.  Am I ready?  Nope.  Am I psyched?  HECK YES!!!

What is this adventure you ask?  Three letters:  RTW

I have been researching these letters and how to make them a reality since first year university.  If you’re unfamiliar with this trio, they stand for Round The World (trip or travel).  The number of hours I’ve spent scouring blogs and travel hacking sites or talking to people about these 3 little letters is too high to count.  That I get the opportunity to experience this and not just read about it is still slightly surreal.  I’m equally as excited to share this with my boyfriend, another avid world adventurer.

Where to you ask?

To begin, we’ll embrace the elements in the land of fire and ice, officially known as Iceland.  From there we will soak up the sun and tickle our tastebuds in Croatia.  Chasing the summer we’ll jetset across the globe to Southeast Asia, to fill our brains with history, politics, and more incredible food.  The last leg of our plan (thus far) will be Australia and New Zealand for lavish landscapes, sun and surf, allll the wine, and who knows what other goodies.  Yahoo!

How do you prepare for this you ask?

By travelling to Ontario gems first and pushing my procrastination skills to new limits, of course.  This weekend it’s back to Prince Edward County, the tastiest county of them all, for a second visit this summer (/ever – it’s unreal and you must go).  And now, I must pack because tomorrow will come quickly!

Ciao friends!


“Ants in my pants”
Origin – American, 1930s
Meaning – “To be so excited or worried about something, you cannot sit still.”

Ants in My Pants, Itchy Travel Feet

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