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…. and it dawns on me these days with marked frequency; not at all a boast but a thought clothed with simple fervour that I could go anywhere or do anything or write anything I desired for anyone or anything or anywhere. Really, who was there to stop me… And I could start again. Be startled, happy or surprised.

Saying which I would have done something  right for my solitary soul in having fled traditional encounters which shadowed Asian women in communal settings, willing for so long in earlier harder years… my artistic self only to escape into a realm with hidden wings. It is finally now on turning back to catch my shadow in a rushed hour that I witness my palaced hedonism carved from a street-wise architecture, given me by the Gods as a survival kit.

Now how about and why ever not if  I could playact having never before turned the pages to a book, climb a mountain, as if I had never once tasted the exhilaration of a slippery slide, watch a film while forgetting its end and cradle a melody as if violin strings had only just stumbled upon my serenading heart. And if now while self-contained and  devoid of negativity, I treated  my days as a virginal game, trusting its fate upon the roll of a restless, playful dice, what doubly fun.  And so I would once more plunge into the rest of the watchful year with a willing, breathless heart.

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It’s so good to be back in Dublin. My apartment is presently a  haven of self-proclaimed treasures. It fields a growing collection of world cinema, music and books.  I have invested in a fair bit, in the last two years.  It’s also lovely to be back with Des.  When the plane stopped on the runway at dawn and passengers had to troop into the airport with faint amusement, the sharp nip appeared refreshing. The  singular thing that weighed me down in the Far East was the heavy humidity.  Even raindrops felt overly warm.  Of course, there is air-conditioning everywhere but a 5-minute run outdoors would often leave me drained.  The sunshine stopped being fun. That was the biggest drawback. I am no good with overbearing heat. East Africa believe it or not is far cooler.

I can attest as a Malaysian that  my childhood was never painfully humid. There were always breezes.  However, vast amounts of deforestation that would occur in subsequent years changed  the direction of monsoon winds forever.  Also,  global warming dangers have not helped.

I received an email from my mountain guide today, eager that I return to my Kilimanjaro climb soon. This is the third time on a customised route and I hope to reach the summit.  It looks like the next several weeks have already been paved in gold for me.  For the moment,  I can return to writing about books and literature at my own pace and indulge in some creative works of my own.  My feet are not yet warm from an ever-comforting Irish soil.

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Will start this blog again in a couple of days after I have flown to Dublin and had a good rest in my apartment. I am on the move at the moment and I suppose, desire a more thoughtful and introspective time while writing about my favourite books and other subjects, surrounded by beloved familiar things.
Would make a nice change since I have been travelling intensely from the start of December last year with only a short respite in Dublin so far. My next destination after Ireland is the African Continent.

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Dear Readers,
How painful to tell you that I cancelled my confirmed flight to Dubai at the eleventh hour. I just could not feel compelled to drag myself to the airport. I am fit but badly jet-lagged. Although a frequent traveller for the last 11 years – minus 2006 – I have recently with renewed zest, rushed across different time zones in a drastic manner. Also, a sharp niggling toothache that has now mysteriously fled, did not help. Ahh… I suppose I am the child with a carefree disposition who lives it up hedonistically in a playground, then suddenly becomes tired and wants to go home.
Had I flown to Dubai, I’d not have summoned up enough enthusiasm for any author talk although the Emirates LitFest stays my perfect cup of tea, among other international literary festivals. It isn’t just that I love Arabic literature. I was present last year and the event was jewelled up as nothing short of a classy, elegant and friendly festival. The organizers performed an excellent job at comfort and Dubai owns a knack for its flamboyant style. It’s just the sort of thing that’s up my street.
Today was the first time I cancelled a flight. The efficient travel agent managed to perform incredible things with my sorry ticket and thankfully, I have a new Dubai flight waiting in the wings. Emirates is also my preferred airline for many routes.
Thus, I shall now fly to Dublin this weekend. Although I’m happily Malaysian, Dublin is home. Right now, I want to go back to Des, our apartment, the seagulls, my many bookcases, the atmospheric feel of my rooms and to gaze once more upon the lovely view of Phoenix Park from our balcony. That would prove a refreshing tonic for my weary soul.
I also have a gruelling Kilimanjaro climb racing up the calendar in about 5 weeks from now and I need to train for a tougher fitness, lest my old leg injury resurfaces as it did last January, while on the snowcap and just 3 hours away from the summit.
I’ve got to do it properly this time round and collect my certificate so my greater priority was the mountain climb. Look just a little run-down and the eagle-eyed rangers won’t let you trek up. I always go in a jeep to a couple of safaris as a very kind meltdown after my exhausting week’s climb. If I’m successful this time with my pursuit of the peak, there’s going to be a celebration of parties for me both in Tanzania and Melbourne, to where I’ll return for a fortnight if all goes well.  Also, Lewa one of my early Dar es Salaam guides, has promised to take me to Pemba to fish.

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Dear Readers,

I will have a few good blog posts coming soon. I am to go on to Dubai but am having a bad toothache and missing Des terribly.

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Phew!  My energy levels are high and I’m ready to go but my head is spinning from all the drastic climatic changes and I suspect more, the sharp drop now in time zones. Had a wonderful, relaxing flight. But I just need to rest for a bit before  picking up my ticket to Dubai. Believe it or not, I still can’t decide on an accompanying route. What I know for the moment,  is that I very much want to return to Des, after another week in Dubai.