About Travelling

I just did some worthy improvements on my website, specifically on "Maling Jemuran" (The Laundry Thief) section today. It is about 75% done, there are far too many photos of the collection that I need to select and upload and some technical problems. You still can check it out if you want. The link is:

www.aikourfia.com
(then click on "Maling Jemuran/The Laundry Thief" on the left menu)

While working on it, I remembered how I enjoyed the taking picture process, travelling by myself to strange places, finding new friends and "new families" along the way, saying hello and good bye. Nobody knows who I am. I have no label. No one expect me to be somebody, neither I don't expect others to be somebody to me. We use only senses and instinct. Free of any logical thinking, free of any prejudices. Everything is new, everything is surprise. It's the world I love, the world of travelling.

I admitted as a lone woman traveller I was not all in a safe and comfortable condition at all times, especially when I prefer thrift backpacking style of travelling. I did experience some sexual harassement and money trickery. But above those, I experienced many wonderful things which enriched my view of world, which differs from the world that I know. I learn many different ways of thinking, for that broadens my level of tolerance. And there is wisdom behind danger: when all you can do is to trust yourself in the hand of strangers, all you can do is to smile and to think that every strangers you meet are by no means enemies and thus, are friends. In that way, travelling has become a tool of pure expression in sincerity. A sincerity which is a kind of difficult when you already became a part of community where you have certain "label" attached to you.

And therefore, if you track my past works, they were all have the "spirit of a traveller", "spirit of a wanderer". So if in "Maling Jemuran/The Laundry Thief" I was wandering across villages in Indonesia hunting for certain "identities" through laundries, here in my next project "Journey To My Childhood" I'm looking forward to really immerse myself into the whole experience of the being a stranger in Japan looking for recalling my "lost childhood" or "the childhood that I have left behind". To this too, I want to blog my real time experiences I am going to encounter along the journey. Be it amusing, exciting, heartwarming, frightening, or lonely, or tedious, all are noteworthy to be recorded.