So I made it to Thailand! Yaaaayee! So I thought that’s how I would feel, but the truth of the matter is I’ve been exhausted since getting here. Listen, I want to keep it real with you all.
“Travel isn’t always pretty or the filtered pics that make it to the Instagram feeds.”
It comes with a great deal of work, planning, sacrifices, energy and even sometimes having poop in your pants.
OK, OK, let me stop, I didn’t technically poop myself. Actually the other day just before leaving Vancouver, I attended a seminar for business owners hosted ,by Business Sherpa, Colin Sprake. My ears peaked when he began to talk about FEAR. As many of you know, I’ve recently began to focus on this word and topic a lot so I was very curious to hear what he had to say about it.
He began to tell a story about the difference between those who acted in fear and those who acted in courage. He wanted to paint a picture of what fear looked like and he explained that fear was demonstrated through the countless people that set a goal or aspire to do something and take off full speed ahead then somewhere in the process fear arises, things don’t go as planned, they freak out poop their pants, run away in shame and give up.
He then talked about the few that set a goal or aspire to do something and they take off full speed ahead and just like the fearful people, fear arises, plans fall apart and they too freak out and poop their pants… but the difference in the courageous ones is that we just keep going and reach our goal with poopy pants on.
So funny how quickly this analogy was able to reveal itself to me. I’m sitting in my Airbnb now feeling like I have pants full of poop. Ultimately I’m so glad I pushed through. This has been my longest flight and overall trip to date.
I flew 16 hours from Vancouver to Guangzhou, China. I landed at about 5 P.M. and the carrier Southern China, offered me a complementary hotel stay at the H.J. Grand Hotel. Travel tip alert: Did you know that some airlines offer complimentary room stays with layovers exceeding 8 hours? Many times this isn’t heavily advertised so you have to do your research prior and ask all of the right questions. I had to go and get a 24 hour Visa when I arrived to the airport and I was free to go and sign up for a shuttle service to and from the hotel. Below I share a little of the video of the room tour that I shared on my live Instagram feed and snapchat.
They also served me this breakfast the next morning. I ate the egg white and opted not to engage in the carbs and mystery milk drink.
Soon, I was off to the airport again. I found myself annoyed when the security there opted to make me check one of my carry-ons because suddenly on this leg it was 4 pounds too heavy. Did I mention that I was annoyed? Furthermore I had to pay about 65 USD to check said bag. Told ya’ll it isn’t always pretty. Why am I being politically correct? This isn’t Corporate America. I wasn’t only annoyed I was pissed…but I digress…lol
I was soon off to Thailand. I couldn’t wait. I realized when we landed that I hadn’t even reclined my seat. I arrived at about 11 o’clock. Found myself here at my Airbnb about about 1:00 and I’ve been here ever since fighting jet lag. This is not the picture that I had in mind, hence my comparing this to poopy pants. It’s about 4 a.m. here the following day and here I am.
I figure I will get up at about 6 a.m. and begin to get ready to start my day. I will load up on caffeine and make a vow not to come back here until after I’ve eaten dinner, I shamefully admit that this has been my first and only Thai meal since getting here.
See, nothing like one would dream huh? Side note on the pizza, it tasted like they coated it in sugar and they delivered it with about 10 packets of ketchup. Interesting….
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