What You Learn from Traveling Abroad
Reflections from my traveling abroad!
It’s been nearly three weeks since I disembarked in Bishkek and the time has flown by – just as I was told it would. I’ve reconnoitered much, met incredible people, and progressed many steps closer to Kyrgyz nationals. Staying abroad and socializing with different cultures is something I am pretty used to. Thinking outlandish about any continent is mere a bygone workout. Reconnoitering the world and spreading education appears to be the only objective of this lifespan.
Sendoff your comfort zone for the first time will be a daunting experience, but you will propagate into a person you want to be scholastically and you will be ready for a new contest. And, please don’t say your livelihood will undergo sufferings If you move from one place to another.
You will be none other than a very regular chap who has given up ideas of exploration, and hence living dreams. I left a prodigious job working at ADB (Asian Development Bank) to travel to Turkey and work there for a short time and then my voyage instigated for other fragments of the planet.
My parents rumored I was crazy giving up such great jobs. Nevertheless, my impression about living my life is to be completely out of my relief zone, in a place I have never been before. The more often I try to learn it, the more often I do it. Just put yourself out of your comfort zone a little and let the things just happen naturally. As said by Pico Iyer,
“One is reminded, at a level deeper than all words, how making a living and making a life sometimes point in opposite directions”.
With the acquaintance and the great gift when we go out and see the world it does not matter Indian, Arab, American, Central Asian, East Asian, African, etc, but we comprehend that we are humans and therefore what we want the dreams and desires are so much more similar than they are different.
Now, when I am Stretching across the punitive landscapes between Europe and the Far East is the remote and largely unknown region of Central Asia: Kyrgyzstan.
What my impression is either you are in the first world countries or in the third world you encounter the same human-ridden complexities which are very often “derived” due to having lust and extraordinary immaterial desires. Capitalism sucks! Isn’t it? People frequently ask me when I am back home, are there bad places where I travel?
My answer is the same in almost all situations: yes, of course! There are bad areas, just like there are in any other country. There are places you wouldn’t venture out to. There are pockets of the region that may be unstable and unsafe to visit during certain times.
However, with some myths debunked, you can free up some time to take a good, hard look into what living in the place you choose to be. Some errands will be fun of course.
Every travel leaves you with surprises and memories. In Bishkek, I notice that some Indian 1980s songs, by Mithun Chakraborty ones, are still very famous. These songs are still being played at pubs and clubs.
A Kyrgyz friend told me that these songs became famous during the Soviet regime when they banned people from listening to western music. It’s feeling incredibly surreal. Wow! Someone banned you from listening to music! I am just wondering if someone keeps me abstain from listening to Enrique Iglesias…Eee!
And, are you a vegetarian? God bless you then! mind me the whole of central Asia is a meat-eating region. Vegetarians might find it difficult and should bring supplements, for that matter. Also, the cookeries are limited to a few bowls that can be widely found throughout the region.
They include plov, similar to our “biryani” that leaves us with bloating, fragrant rice fried with chicken and topped with saffron and pine nuts; shikh kebab or meat skewers; lakhman, or Chinese noodles. Expect lots of mutton and grilled meat.
There is rice, noodles (tasty legman) and plenty of bread. Bread is the staple for them and they eat it with every meal. It is usually bread with soup, bread with salad or bread with rice. And black tea with every meal. Back in India, I saw my Turkmen friends eating bread with a fat tomato, it was a bit surprising for me then, but now it is quite usual to see.
To be continued!