Travis Richardson
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Many months ago I left my home in Greenville, South Carolina to explore Southeast Asia. I started a TESOL certification course in Phenom Penh, Cambodia and completed it in Pattaya, Thailand. After that I moved to Bangkok to find a home and a job as an English teacher. This was the way my whole experience began. I decided to keep a blog because the things that were to come were too fantastic not to tell.
Spent Abroad
Currently Traveling In: Vietnam
Currently Reading: "Toll the Hounds" by Steven Erikson
Album Currently on Repeat: "Undun" by The Roots
Next Trip: Philippines
Below is a link to our family Photobucket site where you can view full albums of all my travels from SE Asia as well as South America.
Richardson Family Photobucket Site
At the very bottom of the page there is a map of my travels so you can keep track of where I am and where I've been.
Travel Blog Posts
January 7th 2012
He stretched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever. - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby ------------------------------------------------------------------ The Indonesia Trip Part 1: Resa and the Bataks Part 2: Satu, Dua, Tiga... Part 3: Happiness Is Within Part 4: Las Buenas Duran Poco ------------------------------------------------------------------- It's the sense of touch. We - us solitary explo... read more
January 1st 2012
He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time. He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars and over the face of dead matter that did not move. - Jack London, The Call of the Wild --------------------------------------------------------- The Indonesia Trip Part 1: Resa and the Bataks Part 2: Satu, Dua, Tiga... Part 3: Happiness Is Within Part 4: Las B... read more
December 25th 2011
Now you just dig them in front. They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see. But they need to worry and betray time with urgencies false and otherwise, purely anxious and whiny, their souls really won't be at peace unless they can latch on to an established and proven worry and having once found it they assume facial expressions to fit and go with it, which is, you see, unhappiness, and all the time it all flies by them and they know it and that too worries them no end. - Jack Kerouac, On The Road ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Indonesia Trip Part 1: Resa and the ... read more
December 23rd 2011
He had been suddenly jerked from the heart of civilization and flung into the heart of things primordial. No lazy, sun-kissed life was this, with nothing to do but loaf and be bored. Here was neither peace, nor rest, nor a moment's safety. All was confusion and action, and every moment life and limb were in peril. There was imperative need to be constantly alert; for these dogs and men were not town dogs and men. - Jack London, The Call of the Wild ------------------------------------------------------- The Indonesia Trip Part 1: Resa and the Bataks Part 2: Satu, Dua, Tiga... Part 3: Happiness Is Within Part 4: Las Buenas Duran Poco ---... read more
December 9th 2011
No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence – that which makes its truth, its meaning – its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live as we dream – alone. - Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness I sat alone at the top of the red brick temple, looking out over a land that was not my home, and I dreamed about peace. Ten million miles from anything like an utterance of my other life, I gazed over the vast open plains of central Burma and dreamed with my eyes wide open. I listened to the wind and the birds. I watched the shadows of the world appear and disappear as great white clouds drifted under the sun. Without any other discernable human presence ... read more
December 2nd 2011
Do you see the story? Do you see anything? It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream – making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams…- Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness Burma… Oh man, I don’t even know where to begin with this one. In my futile attempts to describe this experience to friends, a word that has continued to pop out of my mouth is “wild.” And the more I think on it now, the more I find that to be an appropriate adjective. This was unlike anything I’ve ever done or anywhere I’ve ever ... read more
Me, Malaysia, and the Merlion
Published: October 28th 2011Asia » Malaysia » Wilayah Persekutuan » Kuala Lumpur
October 28th 2011
And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness, the potent and inconceivable radiancies shining in bright Mind Essence, innumerable lotus-lands falling open in the magic mothswarm of heaven. - Jack Kerouac, On The Road It has been established that it is currently the rainy season in SE Asia. It has also been mentioned that this particular rainy season has indeed been quite rainy. A result ... read more
October 16th 2011
There are storms that are frankly theatrical, all sheet lightning and metallic thunder rolls. There are storms that are tropical and sultry, and incline to hot winds and fireballs. But this was a storm of the Circle Sea plains, and its main ambition was to hit the ground with as much rain as possible. It was the kind of storm that suggests that the whole sky has swallowed a diuretic. The thunder and lightning hung around in the background, supplying a sort of chorus, but the rain was the star of the show. It tap-danced across the land- Terry Pratchett, Equal Rites I can’t remember what it feels like to wear dry socks. I can barely remember a day without rain, but even then only in a hazy, unreal sort of way. Like “Hmm, did I ... read more
August 26th 2011
He would live to look upon the western sea and he was equal to whatever might follow for he was complete at every hour. Whether his history should run concomitant with men and nations, whether it should cease. He’d long forsworn all weighing of consequence and allowing as he did that men’s destinies are given yet he usurped to contain within him all that he would ever be in the world and all that the world would be to him and be his charter written in the urstone itself he claimed agency and said so and he’d drive the remorseless sun on to its final endarkenment as if he’d ordered it all ages since, before there were paths anywhere, before there were men or suns to go upon them. - Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian Fruition is ... read more
June 15th 2011
For a moment she rediscovered the purpose of her life. She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild enchantment and to call each thing by its right name, or, if this were not within her power, to give birth out of love for life to successors who would do it in her place. - Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago It’s hard to believe there was once a time when the days inched by - a time when the weeks didn’t fly by in a blur of routines and overlapping memories. There were days when I would wake up in the morning and ask myself, “What do I want to do today?” There was a point when I considered time not in weeks or months, but in hours and days. As tremendously long ago ... read more
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