Pretty sure I’ve titled another one of my blogposts that. My travel board on Pinterest is titled that. Obviously, it’s the Disney song from my favorite, Aladdin. It’s such a wonderful movie, and the classic tales are also a great read. Alas, I digress. I want to talk about travelling, something which I’ve barely done. It’s the thing I desire the most in this world. I want to travel the world, experience different cultures, and escape from my reality. Don’t you wish you were a Doctor Who companion sometimes? Then you could travel the galaxy. But you’d also have to worry about daleks and the WORST THINGS EVER– the weeping angels. I digress again.
I made a list of countries I wanted to visit a long time ago. It’s posted on my tumblr, but for your convenience I’ll copy and paste it here.
- UK (England)
- UAE (Dubai)
- South Korea
- Bangkok (Thailand)
- South Africa
Formatting is a bit messed up now. Typical.
This list is far too small. There are many more countries I want to add to the list. However, it’s quite hard to remember them all.
So in total, I’ve visited three countries (well technically two since country of residence doesn’t count). I’ve been to Canada and Pakistan. I’ve been to Canada twice, and Pakistan way too many times.
The thing is every time I visit a place with my family, we end up staying with a distant relative or close family. So then we’re confined to going wherever they want to take us. The first time we went to Canada, we went with one of my dad’s friends and stayed in a motel. This was a great vacation because for once we weren’t confined to going certain places. We could go wherever we wanted to. Despite that, we only went to the falls (Niagra) everyday of our five day long trip. But it was beautiful because it was around Fourth of July so they had fireworks everyday, and they would light up the falls in different colors. We also went to some amusement park (I was like eight). I can’t remember the name, but we saw a live whale show and dolphin show. Oh it was so much fun. Even the long eight to ten hour drive was beautiful because it was full of mountains and greenery.
The second time we went to Canada, we went for like two days. That was to drop off my mom’s aunt and uncle at her cousin’s house. We explored downtown Toronto a bit and of course the falls. The thing I regret about both trips was not visiting the CN tower or Skylon tower. I was also too scared to go on Maid of the Mist and Journey behind the Falls. Imagine how beautiful that could have been.
We could go now. My mom has a lot of family there. But my mom, ugh. She doesn’t want to go anywhere but Pakistan. And I am sick and tired of going to Pakistan. And even then, my mom wants to stay in Pakistan for weeks, even months. The longest I’ve stayed is a month, and let me just tell you, that was the worst month of my life.
That brings me to Pakistan. Don’t get me wrong. I’m proud to be a Pakistani, and I love the country. I think the country has great potential once the people themselves adapt a modern, realistic mindset. I want to explore that country- go to Islamabad, Bhutan, Lahore, and Quetta. But we go to Karachi every time. All of our family lives there. We’re the only ones living here in USA. I’m not close to my cousins or aunts or uncles. Then there’s the pride issue going on in my family where some of them won’t talk to us for months and then randomly start talking to us again. Such a joke; I have self-respect. Once or twice, it’s fine, but this happens every year. I refuse to talk to you when you have no respect for my family, when you don’t realize how much my parents miss you, when you don’t realize how much they care for you, when you can’t even accept a gift without pointing out it’s flaws, when you take, take, take, but refuse to give back. You are undeserving of the love my parents give you. And for that reason, I refuse to acknowledge you or talk to you.
Karachi is so dangerous now. There are so many target killings occurring, and theft is commonplace. Brides can’t even wear gold jewelry out of fear they’ll be shot. But still there’s a certain beauty in Pakistan. There are some things that you can’t replace such as the early morning run to the bakery for some halwa puri, the bun kebab from a street stall, walking through a colorful market, spending evenings on the terrace upstairs, eating fresh kulfi from a street vendor, waking up to roosters crowing, the crunch from eating gol gappay….get my point? Those experiences are wonderful and irreplaceable. Maybe one day I’ll get over my pride and talk to my family like I used to. Only then will Pakistan be enjoyable. That’s why it was fun going there when I was little. There was no bad blood; I loved my cousins and aunts and uncles. But I realized the hypocrisy as I grew older and man was that a wake up call.
This ended up becoming a rather nostalgic post. Alas, I still have more than half the world to discover. I may need to visit these countries quite a few times. There are so many wonderful landmarks. Also, I’m visiting all of the Seven Wonders of the World- Ancient and New.
My wanderlust stems from my father. He wants to travel the world also. He’s already been to Canada, Pakistan, India, Germany, Australia, Singapore, and Thailand. But now he can’t go because my mom is anti-travel. SHE DOESN’T WANT TO ANYWHERE AND I FEEL TERRIBLE. My dad deserves to travel the world, but he’s restricted since the one person he wants to travel with doesn’t want to go anywhere but Pakistan.
I’m waiting to graduate college and finding a job I love. But one thing’s for sure, in four years, I will definitely have added another country to my list of countries I’ve visited.