#TrexxTravelsTo : Maldives

Male. Dad. He’s the influence of this solo trip. Early 2000.

Pertama kalinya dengar nama negara Maldives. Well, my dad used to work in the city so it’s kinda intriguing to listened to his stories. The fisherman; the market; and of course the white sandy beaches.

“Ya kalau pergi, hotel dia depan tu pantai je, airport pulau lain, Male pulau lain..pagi-pagi pergi pasar ikan tongkol ikan tuna besar-besar..fresh! Ayah suka ikan bilis uish sedappp goreng!” begitulah cerita ayah. He tells a lot about fish market than the beaches. LOL

Years and years, the wonder of Maldives lingers in my mind. Various reading, pictures, stumble upon through out years of listening to my dad story. Hmm.

This trip however is somewhat random and unexpected. Reason? Cheap airlines ticket. AirAsia with direct from Kuala Lumpur. Around RM700 (USD180), sometimes it can be a lot cheaper. I bought in on sale period. Other option from Kuala Lumpur is to get Malaysia Airlines but transit in Colombo. From airlines ticket is where I craved my plans, then to accommodation, transportation, and nope, I don’t really plan ahead what I’m gonna do. Searching point of interest aren’t that hard, it’s a place surrounded by water after all and isn’t that big per island. Not to worry.

Blue ocean. Yes. But that was after, a need of a good sleep in 4-hours flight, while departing at 6.55pm MYT than to arrive 8.10pm Maldives Time. Passed my bedtime clock.

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Hulhumale Public Beach. No bikini. =)

From the airport, my Airbnb place is near Hulhumale which I called an airport city rather than to stay in crowded Male. MVR30/US2 trip from the airport to the town. I save Male for my island-to-island transit time. You’ll understand in short while.

Airbnb for RM100(US25) for two-night stay with brekky! Nice. But first night wasn’t good. My story goes like this, my Airbnb stays with my host Ibrahim is suppose to be in Apartment/Condo Residences. Room only. Beautiful place, but slightly 5 minutes walk to the beach. However, my host suggest he’ll put me a room in front of the beach, technically his relative inn,which is different but for me it’s better, beach-front! So change of place! His place is a boys place with play-station and sort . Yeah I could only hear the sound to the wave wush-ing around as I arrived at night. Naik moto. Ponnnponnn! Helmet gone. Riding within 5 minutes. Well, I got a room with private bathroom. And later that night my upper room neighbor almost got robbed, when the drug addicts try to pick their window. The hotel manage to capture him and however I’m quite suspicious when they release him at the corner of the end of the road. It’s important to remain cautious cause Maldives is a raising developing country where these type of petty criminal is getting common also surrounded by construction building so and so.

Second day waking up for the sunrise. I’m pretty sure I’m woke up at 6am but looks like 7am MYT, lol. Exploring the neigborhood, snapping some pictures (check out my instagram with hashtag #trexxtravelsto) and trying stuff like withdrawing at their ATM’s. If your are Malaysians reading this, don’t worry too many Malaysian product over there, Chipsmore, Maggi, etc. In fact, no need the worry of the food, halal all the way. Mostly I walked around the island, but Hulhumale is quite a big island probably it is good to take bus costing around 30 Rufiyaa ($2) go to airport and travel to Male for same price via their ferry-boat. As I need to explore the Vilingili Ferry station to my transit ferry ride for almost everyday on during my stay, it’s a 30-40minutes walk from Airport Ferry to the other side of the island. Please be aware of the travel time of the ferry to your island destination which is vary. Still won’t cost much, your can search round google and also your booking.com/agoda hotel info about that. From there I can plan my timing for the next day trip to Maafushi Island. Oh if you cannot find the ferry station, mind that there are two option that a usually used by tourist to move around such Government ferry and the City Council Atolls ferry this located in front of the Marrybrown! Cost extra 1 Dollars for a comfort seats with numbers. Mind that your need to by this early to avoid not having seats but you can always seat on top of the ferry yang panas tu. hahaha.

Fast forward my third day is to Maafushi, one of most visited island about 1-2 hours ride. A long the way your may the the water bungalow everywhere, and Maafushi itself is vast of chalet/guest house around for your guys to stay, some will offer you a trip to whichever water bungalow resort with some hefty price per day. And Maafushi do have a ATM’s! Plenty of food restaurant to try, Nasi Goreng every where..haha LAPAR makan je~ Water sports too. If you are like me, just to hanging around enjoying the view the beach, it’s okey not to spend much on that stuff. I don’t have scuba diving licence so no, it’s a scary for me even just to snorkel. Mind that, if you use government ferry you’ll arrived around 5pm so it takes couple hours to tour around the island which basically offer your a beach only. lol so from the moment that I arrived to late night is my exploring time cause later tomorrow I’ll be travelling to other island.

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Behind me is the prison!

Even my receptionist at Beachwood hotel, a filipino, suggested that the best way to experience Maldives is by island hopping. You’ll be bored after 1 day tour around the island which you can complete the island in 45min to 1hour via walking. Did I mention that my hotel is slightly beside the prison like this picture. No worries this hotel is in front of the police station.

A night at Maafushi is enough, and next day to my target island, my surf island Thulusdhoo for couple nights there. Depart early morning as 7am to arrived Thulusdhoo around 5pm still cause as I mentioned your need to go back to Male city to catch another ferry of different island. And the gap from arriving in Male and to wait a ferry to T island is long enough that I could hang around the fish market, lunch at Marrybrown and bought some souvenirs.

Well I seems to pay a lil bit extra for extra comfort here in this island. Watch my video, a newly guest house for couple hundred bucks. Manage by Giulia an italian compadre. Clean cozy hard bed, takpelah..layankan aje.

I love the view that scenery and don’t mind living here as well. Booked at Booking dot com. Kahanbu Ocean View. Beautifully capturing the beach life as is.

And I met Luca the Italiano. My little friend. Who at first was a sand playmate to boardgame playmate to toy playmate. I’ve hashtag #trexxandlilluca at instagram video. My fun time with Luca!

Next day is surf time. From morning till noon. Panas hitam dah lepas tu. Tired and sleep till dinner time. Having a dinner with bunch of italiano really feels like home, but they aren’t fluent in English, small talk and as long as my stomach is full I don’t mind. Makan je la.. Giulia made me a pasta. Makantime. Then sleep. Phewww tiring mate. But need to pack for departure tomorrow.

So there, back early morning ferry ride to Male and lepak near Airport, oh if you need to change back your Rufiya to Dollar/RM no problem you can do that at the Forex of Bank of Maldives near airport.

I will write more on tips to Maldives.

This is my TrexxTravelsTo story. Singing off.

 

 

 

who travel.

The young woman who wrote this is right on. This article could be written about girls as well.

[My Edited version]

Date a boy who treasures experience over toys, a hand-woven bracelet over a Rolex. Date the boy who scoffs when he hears the words, “vacation”, “all-inclusive”, or “resort”. Date a boy who travels because he’s not blinded by a single goal but enlivened by many. [indeed, experience is a treasure.]

You might find him in an airport or at a book store browsing the travel guides – although he “only uses them for reference.” [true, just as reference, thanks to the nerdy geeky me]

You’ll know it’s him because when you peek at his computer screen, his background will be a scenic splendor of rolling hills, mountains, or prayer flags. His Facebook friend count will be over-the-roof, and his wall will be plastered with the broken English ‘miss-you’ of friends he met along the way. When he travels, he makes lifelong friends in an hour. And although contact with these friends is sporadic and may be far-between, his bonds are unmessable and if he wanted, he could couch surf the world… again. [english is not a problem, getting a friend, priceless. tq Sijin, tq Richard, tq Nyasha.]

Buy him a beer. Once a traveller gets home, people rarely listen to their stories. So listen to him. Allow him to paint a picture that brings you into his world. He might talk fast and miss small details because he’s so excited to be heard. Bask in his enthusiasm. Want it for yourself. [i don’t drink, but still excites me. responsibly, though.]

He’ll squeak like an excited toddler when his latest issue of National Geographic arrives in the mail. Then he’ll grow quiet, engrossed, until he finishes his analysis of every photo, every adventure. In his mind, he’ll insert himself in these pictures. He’ll pass the issue on to you and grill you about your dreams and competitively ask about the craziest thing you’ve ever done. Tell him. And know that he’ll probably win. And if by chance you win, know that his next lot in life will be to out do you. But then he’ll say, “Maybe we can do it together.” [indeed true. out do ya, but then, maybe i want to do it together]

Date the boy who talks of distant places and whose hands have explored the stone relics of ancient civilizations and whose mind has imagined those hands carving, chiseling, painting the wonders of the world. And when he talks, it’s as if he’s reliving it with you. You can almost hear his heart racing. You can almost feel the adrenaline ramped up by the moment. You feel it passing through his synapsis, a feast to his eyes entering through those tiny oracles of experience that we call pupils, digesting rapidly through his veins, manifesting into his nervous system, transforming and altering his worldview like a reverse trauma and finally passing, but forever changing the colors of his sight. (Unless he’s Karl Pilkington.) You will want this too. [me and history, not in denial after all..the rest just me]

Date a boy who’s lived out of a backpack because he lives happily with less. A boy who’s travelled has seen poverty and dined with those who live in small shanty’s with no running water, and yet welcome strangers with greater hospitality than the rich. And because he’s seen this, he’s seen how a life without luxury can mean a life fueled by relationships and family, rather than a life that fuels fancy cars and ego. He’s experienced different ways of being, respects alternative religions and he looks at the world with the eyes of a five-year-old, curious and hungry. Your dad will be happy too because he’s good with money and knows how to budget.[i can smile what life has thought me.]

This boy relishes home; the comfort of a duvet, the safety stirred in a mom-cooked meal, the easy conversation of childhood friends, and the immaculate glory of the flush-toilet. Although fiercely independent, he has had time to reflect on himself and his relationships. Despite his wanderlust, he knows and appreciates his ties to home. He has had a chance to miss and be missed. Because of this, he also knows a thing or two about goodbyes. He knows the overwhelming uncertainty of leaving the comforts of home, the indefinite see-you-laters at the departure gates, and yet he fearlessly goes into the unknown because he knows the feeling of return. And that the I’ve-missed-you-hug is the best type of hug in the whole world. He also knows that goodbyes are just prolonged see-you-laters and that ‘hello’ is only as far away as the nearest internet cafe. [home, malaysiaku.]

Don’t hold onto this boy. Let this boy go and go with him. If you haven’t travelled, he will open your eyes to a world beyond the news and popular perception. He will open your dreams to possibility and reality. He will calm your nerves when you’re about to miss a flight or when your rental blows a flat, because he knows the journey is the adventure. He will make light of the unsavory noises you make when you – and you will – get food poisoning. He will make you laugh through the discomfort all while dabbing your forehead with a cold cloth and nursing you with bottled water. He will make you feel like you’re home. [dreams, beyond news and popular perceptions]

When you see something beautiful, he will hold your hand in silence, in awh the history of where his feet stand, and the fact that you’re with him. [</3 shh.]

He will live in every moment with you, because this is how he lives his life. He understands that happiness is no more than a string of moments that displace neutrality, and he is determined to tie as many of these strings together as he can. He also understands your need to live for yourself and that you have a bucketlist of your own. Understand his. Understand that your goals may at some points differ, but that independence is the cornerstone of a healthy relationship when it’s mutually respected. You may lose him for a bit, but he will always come home bearing a new story and a souvenir he picked up because it reminded him of you, like it was made for you, and because he missed you. You might be compelled to do the same. Make sure that independence is on your bucketlist, and make sure it’s checked. Independence will keep your relationship fresh and exciting, and when you’re together again it will forge a bond of unbreakable trust. [ my, love.]

He’ll propose when you’ve breached your comfort-zone, whether it be a fear like skydiving or swimming with sharks, or sitting next to the smelly person on an overcrowded bus. It won’t be with a diamond ring, but with a token from a native culture or inspired by nature, like the penguin and the pebble. [surprises, her.]

You will get married somewhere unassumed, surrounded by a select few, in a moment constructed to celebrate venturing into the unknown together again. Marry the boy who’s travelled and together you will make the whole world your home. Your honeymoon will not be forgotten to a buffet dinner and all-you-can-drink beach bars, but will be remembered in the triumphant photographs at the top of Kilimanjaro and memorialized in the rewarding ache of muscles at the end of a long days hike. [her.]

When you’re ready, you will have children that have the names of the characters you met on your journeys, the foreign names of people who dug a special place in your heart if only for a few days. Perhaps you will live in another country, and your children will learn of language and customs that open their minds from the very start, leaving no room for prejudice. He will introduce them to the life of Hemingway, the journey of Santiago, and empower them to live even bigger than both of you. [twins, soul and spirit]

Marry a boy who travels and he’ll teach your children the beauty of a single stone, the history of the Incas and he will instill in them the bravery of possibility. He will explain to them that masking opportunity, there is fear. He will teach them to concur it. [twins, believe and faith]

And when you’re old, you’ll sit with your grandchildren pouring over your photo albums and chest of worldly treasures, while they too insert themselves into your photographs, sparked by the beauty of the world and inspired by your life in it. [grow old.]

Find a boy who travels because you deserve a life of adventure and possibility. You deserve to live light and embrace simplicity. You deserve to look at life through the eyes of youth and with your arms wide open. Because this is where you will find joy. And better, you will find joy together. And if you can’t find him, travel. Go. Embrace it. Explore the world for yourself because dreams are the stuff reality is made from.

  •  iloveyou.

beautifully true. been there, done that. still doing, love doing it. 

p/s that boy, indeed, me.

and my other boy,hi dad, thank you dad for everything. and the advanturous genes that i inherited. and bro’s too.

originally taken from : http://jamesrusselllingerfelt.wordpress.com/2013/04/25/date-a-boy-who-travels/

i would suggest to follow his blog. he compile some amazing pieces about life story. tq james.

intelligentsia + catalyst.

intelligentsia.// social class of people engaged in complex, mental and creative labor directed to the development and dissemination of culture, encompassing intellectuals and social groups close to them. (Wikipedia)

since my writing is about  e v e r t h i n g  which is  r a n d o m. i thought this should help. =)

top bottom left right. i write random,i write whatever i thought.

wordpress. from blogspot.

haih. i used to crapping around blogspot but it’s kind tough to adapt with wordpress. ok i’m still learning.

By the way, Yes to answer the question. I used to blog on blogspot event un-intentionally deleted by (me ) by accident. ouch.

but hey find it wordpress really cool =)

since 2006.

no more trexxtales. but its dashielldash&co.