Words: @oliverinstead • Photo: Myself • Location: The city of Pest, from Buda
One of the most asked questions when I told people that I was going on a trip by myself / have gone on a trip by myself was : “Can you not find someone to go with you?” And my internal response was “Um, must I have a companion to travel?”
So in this week’s #TravelTuesday, I just want to talk about five reasons why I sometimes choose to travel by myself, and why you should do the same at some point (in fact, various points) in your lifetime.
A week or so ago, the team of MR. Jamie Stevens sent me a package of their products to try out and an extra bundle to giveaway on the blog – so here’s a review of what I think about the products, and read on to find out how you can win. Continue Reading
Earlier this week, I was invited by Radisson Blu Edwardian, Manchester to go and have a taste of the new #BeeProud afternoon tea. Here’s a confession: I’m not the afternoon tea-type. The last time I had a full-on afternoon was 4 years ago, in a Best Western in Kuala Lumpur, but #Pride is a great cause – in fact, one that I care very much about so I didn’t waste a sec before accepting the offer! Continue Reading
Amidst all the division and hatred that’s been going on in the real world – I emphasise on the ‘real’ world because it’s no longer something you see through a telly screen the second it happens in the very city you wake up every morning, go to work, return at night and lay your head to sleep – I just want to spread some positivity and talk only of ‘love‘.
Notes : the traditional Chinese character stands for ‘love‘. Continue Reading
Words: @oliverinstead • Location: PETRONAS Twin Towers, Kuala Lumpur
Whenever my ethnicity is questioned, I am always “Malaysian first, Chinese second” Y’know, except for the times I go undercover or register for free airport Wi-Fi… but that tends to raise more questions than it answers; fo’ real, what does it really mean?
For starters, being Malaysian means your ancestors had probably done their fair share of travelling since about half the Malaysian population is of non-native descent. In my case, all my grandparents came from some corners in Mainland China… but I claim to be no Chinaman!
Because the country is so rich in cultural diversity, being Malaysian almost always means being multilingual. As someone who travels to live, I cannot stress the importance of this attribute enough. It’s allowed me to navigate my way around many countries with ease – whether it’s Britain or Brunei, I could speak at least one of the locals’ languages.
On the flip side of that, being Malaysian also means your physical traits shall be subjected to scrutiny in the form of “yeah… but where are you really from tho?” and at times even “if you’re from Malaysia, why do you look *inserts another Asian nationality*?”
In all fairness, it’s not unusual that I’m mistaken for a native when I travel to foreign countries neighbouring Malaysia. So it’s not beyond the realms of possibility that I could also be half-Thai / half-Filipino… with a pinch of Javanese somewhere down the line. #sarcasm
But I’m ok with that.
The fact remains : I’m still learning about my motherland and I probably learned more about it in the last seven, eight years since I moved away than I ever did growing up in this tropical melting pot. Nowadays, I build upon my understanding and appreciation by exploring a new region or six whenever I return… and truth be told : never had I realised more, that my home really does have so much to offer.
What about you? Have you ever been to Malaysia? What does being *inserts your nationality* mean to you? I want to know so spill it all in the comments below!! x