Life Lessons Learned While Traveling Through Asia

Erin — Tue, 02 Jun 2015 14:00:25 +0000

One of the things that is so great about traveling is that you get exposed to vastly different people than you’re used to. While I as living in Malaysia, I had the opportunity to meet and interact with so many more people than I had while growing up in my small town in Southern Utah. Sure, I’d lived in Virginia for two years and Oklahoma for four years and had visited several other states, but most of the people I’d interacted with had been American. There would be the random British person, a smattering of Hispanic people or an occasional Chinese person, but 99% of the people I’d interacted with in my life had been Americans. With as little knowledge of the world as I had, my year-long adventure of living in a foreign country and visiting the countries around Malaysia permanently, and dramatically, changed my perspective on life and the world. I Didn’t Know As Much As I Thought I Did Before I moved to Malaysia I wasn’t racist or given to the idea that Americans are the best in the world. I didn’t think that all other countries were inferior or backwards, I just didn’t know much about them at all. I thought I did, but I didn’t. I pride myself in being an extensive reader and a lover of history, so I felt like I had a fairly decent grasp on what was going on in other countries from the reading I had done and college classes I had taken. But actually being there, that makes you realize how little you really do know about a place. I’d read a lot about the countries we were going to visit, but nothing really prepares you for what it’s really like. Just being there and seeing the people interact with each other, experiencing the culture and being around the amazing cultural heritage sites really opens your mind to more than books can offer. I really learned to love the people of the countries we visited and to understand that no book can ever teach you as much as being there yourself. I Have A Lot To Be Thankful For, Maybe More Than I Need Before I moved to Asia I was living in Oklahoma and was fairly poor. I had a tiny apartment that was crammed with boxes (mostly books) because I couldn’t afford an apartment with a spare room or a storage unit. I was working 50-60 hours a week to pay bills and have a little bit extra to save in order to fly home for Christmas and Thanksgiving. I didn’t have a lot, but I had a job. A job with set hours, a set wage and a predictable paycheck. I had a home. A tiny home, but I had a home with running water, warm water, electricity, a refrigerator, a microwave, a dishwasher, air conditioning, a heater, an indoor toilet, a television, a computer, internet and carpet. I also had my own car, extra money to go to movies once in a while, TONS of clothes, boxes upon boxes of books, a cell phone, makeup and so many other things. I could afford to save up to visit my family once or twice a year for a week each time and have a great time with them. I have friends who make me happy and a boyfriend I truly adore. Traveling around Asia really opened my eyes to how different things can be. I was relatively poor by Western standards, but in the grand scheme of things, I had a lot. Now that I’m back in the US, I’ve gotten rid of several boxes of ‘stuff’ and my life hasn’t changed in the least. I still have my family, my friends, my amazingly wonderful boyfriend and his kind and loving family. I have a lot and I’m more thankful for it than I ever was before. You Don’t Need Money To Be Happy Honestly, the poorest countries we went to seemed to have the happiest people. Outside of big cities, many didn’t have cell phones or electricity and rarely would you find computers or tablets. Most wore clothes fashion-forward Westerners would only wear on ‘lazy days’ or maybe not even at all. Many didn’t have shoes, or wore shoes made of soda bottles and twine. The typical kitchen was missing the extensive array of pots, pans, cutlery and dinnerware. But they were happy. They laughed, sang, smiled the brightest smiles and were as friendly as can be. We visited a couple of villages that didn’t have electricity, running water or enclosed homes. They didn’t have refrigerators, modern stoves, indoor toilets or real beds. Their houses were three-sided, one-roomed, made of bamboo and built on stilts to keep night-time critters out. But they were happy. They had fresh air, beautiful skies and each other. If they can be happy with the ‘little’ that they have, then I can be happy with the bounty that I possess. Stereotypes Are For the Birds One of the things that is typical across country boundaries and cultural differences is stereotypes. We all have them and we all need to get rid of them. Sure, there are crazy Muslims out there, bad Catholic priests and a plethora of black gangsters, but really, those descriptors don’t even come close to describing the majority of those groups. I’ve met some wonderfully kind and compassionate Catholic priests and MANY intelligent, upstanding, honorable and law-abiding African-Americans. And, yes, I’ve met some devout, loving, accepting and very normal Muslims. Kinda happens when you’re living in a Muslim country. When I first moved to Malaysia, I wasn’t really sure what to expect. Ever since 9/11 there have been a lot of negative portrayals of Muslims and I was nervous about what life would be like there. I needn’t have worried, though, because I had mostly positive experiences with the Muslims I interacted with. I think the worst things that happened in the entire year that I was in Malaysia were that some men wouldn’t talk to me, some random guy on a scooter smacked my butt as he was driving by (really ticked off my boyfriend)…………………..and I think that’s about it. Same stuff that happens in America. Overall, most people were friendly and helpful. We only had one serious religious discussion regarding Islam and that was because we were at a mosque. Most conversations were about what America was like, how I liked Malaysia, interesting places we could go see, the best places to get the best food, where I went to school, my family and what I liked to do for fun. Normal stuff. I really learned that Muslims are an amazing group of people who have been given a really bad rap by the few zealots who do dumb stuff. Overall, Muslims are good people. The World Isn’t As Dangerous As People Think Before I moved to Malaysia I worked for a law firm and had the pleasure of going to the courthouse every day. At the courthouse I made friends with many of the deputies that worked as guards. When they found out I was moving to Malaysia, they began regaling me with stories of how I was going to get kidnapped and sold into the sex trade. It was either that or I was going to be gang-raped, attacked by an anti-American zealot or die from some horrid disease. One of those nights, I watched the movie, Taken, and kinda psyched myself out about it. By the time I left for Malaysia, I was really rethinking my decision. I was nervous and quite a bit apprehensive about going anywhere alone. My boyfriend was pretty nervous, too, and really really REALLY freaked out when I got in a car with a stranger on my first day in Malaysia. That’s a whole story by itself and I’ll be writing a blog about that soon. Anywho, after several weeks of adjusting and getting used to my new environment, I realized that things weren’t as bad as everyone, myself included, had assumed. I began going off on my own and exploring new places. By the end of our year there, I was spending entire days riding trains by myself to different places or driving to new areas to explore and see what was there. The only weird thing that happened was the guy smacking my butt. And that was with my boyfriend there. haha. Mostly, people looked out for me. Several times I got stopped by men and women to recommend that I take my phone out of my back pocket so it didn’t get stolen. One time an Indian man thought I looked too pale when out reading at the park (i was fine) and insisted I go join some women at a nearby shaded pavilion and walked me over there to make sure I made it okay because he was “very worried” about me. But I never got mugged, I never got attacked, nobody tried to scare me and nobody was mean to me. If you take proper precautions and use common sense, you will be fine. Sure, bad things do happen and there are unexpected situations, but if you use common sense you can avoid a lot of the dangerous situations that can arise. Things Don’t Always Go According to Plan, And That’s Okay I cannot tell you how many times we planned a trip or were in the middle of an adventure when things took a sharp turn in another direction and we ended up having to change plans. Sometimes it was frustrating and a little scary, like the time we blew a tire on our scooter on a rural road an hour from our hotel at 2am and couldn’t get cell service. Or the time we got scammed out of a few hundred dollars in Thailand. And other times it was just a much-hyped walking tour through a historic district that ended up being a bunch of rundown and decayed buildings. Or the tuk-tuk driver who didn’t want to take us where we wanted to go and we ended up on a wild ride around Bangkok. Or the tour guide who tried to extort us in China and we ended up having to run out of the cab on the side of the freeway in the middle of Beijing without a clue where we were while they were screaming after us. Things aren’t always going to go 100% as planned and that’s seriously okay. We learned when to roll with the punches and when we needed to get ready to punch back. We also learned to accept the difficult detours and laugh at them later. Things can get scary and seem pretty awful in the moment, but keeping a level head and making sure we always had a map and our hotel’s contact info with us made it so we could regroup and press on. Some things turned out okay, some ended with a result we weren’t happy with, but all of those things turn into some really great stories. Comfort Doesn’t Equal Happiness Most people who know me know that I’m an extreme introvert with social anxiety. I really struggle with talking to people and going places alone. There were so many things I wanted to do, but anxiety would always get the better of me, so I stayed in my bubble and was content. But not happy. Moving to Malaysia took me way out of my comfort zone and forced me out of my little bubble. I was forced to talk to strangers, whether to ask for help or they just wanted to talk to a Westerner. I was forced to go new places by myself, try new things by myself and live in a way that was very different than I had before. I was so far outside my comfort zone and I was loving every minute of it. Sure, I got anxious, stressed out and scared from time to time, but I was finally doing what I’d always...

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