They say traveling is all about the people you meet.
I remember the first night I met some people in Langkawi—travelers from different corners of the globe—we went down to the beach however dead and dark it was there. We found a nice spot near a lamp post, and everyone settled, sitting cross-legged on the sand. We each got our own plastic cups, and one by one filled them with the bottle of alcohol we were all sharing.
|photo by Stephanie Chan|
Raising our cups, I mustered my best "tagay!" as five other languages rose to the midnight air at the same time as mine. I looked around to see everyone flashing a warm smile—the kind you wear when you know you're in a special moment—and I know they're thinking the same thought as I: this, this is the best thing about traveling. Meeting people so different from you, only to find out that you're all the same.
I drank up, and I barely could hear myself underneath all the joy I was feeling.