Funemployment - Part II

oktober - december 2017
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  • Auckland to Honolulu

    10 december 2017, Nya Zeeland ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    I left Howard’s Mountain Lodge after saying goodbye to Maggie and her staff, and I walked a short distance to the bus stop. It started to rain. Lots of thoughts were swirling through my head, mostly centered around what an incredible experience this flashpacking trip has been.

    To get home, I took the Intercity bus from National Park Village to Manukau (an Auckland suburb near the airport) and then I took the public bus to the airport. I was four hours early but not by choice. I had to wait 30 minutes for checkin to open. After checking in, I made my way to the Strata Lounge and wolfed down dinner and drank a lot of liquids. I was hungry and dehydrated after the long bus journey as I try not to eat and drink when I am at the mercy of bus drivers' schedules.

    I flew on Hawaiian Airlines' A330 service from Auckland to Honolulu. Even though I don’t fly Hawaiian much on their long hauls, I thought stepping onto a Hawaiian Airlines flight would be a comforting reminder of home. Somehow, it seemed wierd and alien, partly because their business class seats are custom designed and not off the shelf (so there wasn’t any familiar hardware to latch on to), and partly because they changed their uniforms since I last flew on them. So here I was, once again, still stepping into the unfamiliar. Regardless, I do love being told to turn left when I board an airplane! When I reached my seat, I placed my passport on the center console while I put my stuff away. In addition to having to accustom myself to a new environment, I was on high alert as my seatmate looked dodgy. True to (perceived) form, he slid his hand over my passport and took it. I glared at him and demanded it back. He claimed he thought that was his passport. He then moved to another seat - it looked as if he knew his seatmate there. I didn't know what the heck was going on but I was relieved he moved away. I would not have been able to sleep otherwise. After takeoff, I turned my seat into bed mode and slept. I had to be woken up for breakfast. Somewhere over the Pacific, I flew my one millionth mile.

    Landing into Honolulu, I had to walk a long way to customs and immigration. At the Global Entry kiosk, I saw dodgy guy and his travel companion ahead of me. At the inspection station (an immigration officer takes a quick look at you and your documents after the machine reads them), they held up the entire line. From what I could make out, only one of them had Global Entry and they were trying to get the other one through the Global Entry line. WTF? An immigration officer from another booth motioned me over. I was so glad to see the last of dodgy guy.

    Jeff swung by to get me not long after. At home, I had a happy reunion with the kitties... all six of them. Sigh, we really need a catio; I'll pull the trigger when I start my next job. It did take some time for the two kittens - the latest additions - to warm up to me, though, as I have only been a fleeting presence in their young lives. But, before long, they were all purrs again.

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    Hawaiian Airlines HA446 | AKL/HNL
    Business Class
    Airbus A330-200 | N384HA Hokupaa
    ATD/0111 | ATA/1027-1
    Lounge: Strata Lounge
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  • Epilogue

    11 december 2017, Förenta staterna ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

    In a prior entry, I mentioned that my wanderlust began in New Zealand. I went there in 1986 on a school trip. During that trip, we mostly stayed in hostels and motor lodges. In the common areas at the lodges, I interacted with other people traveling through NZ, and it blew my mind to think that young adults not much older than I could just up and go for several months, traveling wherever their whims took them. My conversations with the young travelers in NZ awakened in me a longing to explore the big world out there.

    While on that school trip, I purchased Simple Minds' Empires and Dance (among other albums not easily available in Singapore), and at the hostels I discovered cassette tapes by bands that got zero airtime in Singapore, including The Cure, Echo and the Bunnymen, etc. Apart from being in a new physical environment, realizing that there was exciting music out there made me want to explore the world more. Empires and Dance - with its themes of travel, cities, transport, finding oneself in unfamiliar environments, alienation, etc. - became my soundtrack for New Zealand and eventually for my life as I moved from country to country and explored more and more of the world.

    While I was serving my military service and later on in university, I took baby steps by traveling to Malaysia and Indonesia. Most of the early trips were with friends, but I eventually began to take solo trips. I learned how to read and navigate new environments, and slowly but surely my streetsmarts and my confidence grew despite sticking out like a sore thumb everywhere I went.

    After university, I took a headlong plunge into a whole new world when I accepted a job that would send me on expatriate postings. After a few years - with assignments to Bangkok and Manchester - I left that job and settled in Los Angeles and then Honolulu. My world has become so much larger and so much more interesting and colorful since that fateful school trip to NZ. So, it is appropriate that I end my Midlife Crisis Flashpacking Trip in the place where it all began.

    Before I set off in July, I contemplated switching careers to pursue something I really loved, but it would involve going back to school, and it would also require me to start at the bottom of a new career ladder. I decided this wasn't something I was willing to do. So, I decided to stick with my current path.

    I didn't leave my last job under positive circumstances. Two days after my return, I went for spin class and I realized something was different - I was working out because I wanted to work out, and not because I needed to channel my negative energy somewhere. When I went for sushi with my former boss (not from my last workplace but a prior one), he said that it took him over a year to let go of what had happened to him in that workplace, and that having to work immediately after being laid off from that job did not help his mental state. So, I definitely did the right thing by removing myself from a work environment. I feel as if I have let go of what happened to me, and I am ready to move on.

    One of the reasons why I extended the Midlife Crisis Flashpacking Trip was because I developed a strong job lead while I was home in October. I've had a few discussions with various people in that organization, and I am cautiously optimistic a job will come out of that.

    So, with this, I end one of the most amazing, life changing experiences I have ever embarked on. This quote from travel writer Bill Bryson that succinctly sums up how I view travel.

    "But that's the glory of foreign travel, as far as I am concerned. I don't want to know what people are talking about. I can't think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything. Suddenly you are five years old again. You can't read anything, you have only the most rudimentary sense of how things work, you can't even reliably cross a street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses."

    Amen to that.

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