Walking to China
7 Nov
All the women in my life… say such incredible things. I need a new category: sound bites (mum), sound bites (Z).
Mum: “China is very close to Macau… in fact, China is walking distance from Macau. Just like Jordan is walking distance from Israel too. I should have walked to Jordan that last time instead of talking that stupid bus.”
(pause, while I process the sentence)
Mum: “I think I’m going to walk to China.”
Scary thing is, she probably means it. I’m terrified to travel with my mum. I’m terrified that when I try to one up her and tell her I’m taking the killer speed boat (6 hours, dingy raft that thinks it’s a F1 car, crash helmet provided (for real); the only alternative to either a 15 hour bumpy dirt road truck trip or 2 days on a boat with backpackers) to Luang Prabang, Laos, from Chiang Khong in northern Thailand, she might tell me to _walk there_.
