Saturday, August 29, 2009

Peshawar

29/08/09

Did I tell you that other than war and revenge, Pashtuns are known for their hospitality as well?

Reached the land of hospitality, Peshawar yesterday afternoon. After hearing so many negative reports from the news and people keep advising me 'not to go, not to go', it was a hard decision to make if I shall risk my life to come to Peshawar.

But hey, I think it shall be okie to wear burqa and cover my face there; it shall be okie if I stay near the Cantonment area which is of higher security; it shall be okie if I don't take out my camera to expose my foreigner identity; it shall be okie if...

And I arrived at Peshawar yesterday afternoon, thought it is a conservative land which people may look at you like alien (I have not covered my face yet), and the one standing next to the pillar might be some Taliban guy, and may be there is already an eye on me trying to harm me anytime..

but HEY! none of these happened, someone speak English approached me and offer help(not like in other places where people surrounding you in a circle speaking the language you don't understand and starring and starring and starring), he pointed me the public bus to the cantonment area. On the bus the conductor said I need not pay for the ride because I am a guest (1st time I experience this), and on the street people shouting back in their vehicles 'do you need help?'. It is just amazing.

But my good feeling to this city vanished when I came to the Tourist Inn Motel that recommended by Lonely Planet and supported by some forums. The owner is a super weird guy, he was praying in a room when I went to the motel, he saw me and asked me to go inside the room. That is the moment that I know he is not right, you don't ask a female to go in a room (it is not an office, it is a room with 2 beds) when you are alone in the room. The old guy is so not right, the way he laugh and talk made me too uncomfortable, so after settling down I went out to check for other hotels, but all are too expensive or they don't accept solo female foreigner due to prostitution reason (:|). So I think either I check in to a more expensive hotel, or I leave the next day.

The old city in Peshawar is something not to be missed, on my way to the old city, someone (his name is Prince)approached me and asked my nationality (again), I am in okie mood so I said Malaysia. Another guy suddenly said 'are you tham? Tham from Malaysia? I am the one writing with you in Couchsurfing'. So this is the Peshawarguy, he is a normal one, Alhamdullilah.

I ended up spending half the day wandering around the old city with these 2 guys. They showed me around the old city but I don't know the exact direction even after the trip, the reason I hate tour. I was doubting if they are trying to sell me some tour package, obviously the Prince is trying to sell me the trip to the Smuggler Bazaar, where people sell guns and drugs, where the Pakistan law doesn't apply here, but I never show that I am interested (I hate tour), anyway they are just kind people who want to offer help.

With Prince's help I finally get a cheap and OK room somewhere else and moved in this morning, what I did is showing the receptionist Prince's name card after he said no room for foreigner. So may be the Prince is really somebody, who knows.

Finally I have a chance to take a good shower and brush my teeth.. the shared bathrooms in Tourist Inn Motel are either cannot be locked, or they have huge gaps in between the door(I suspect some peeping is ongoing).

Spending 2 more nights here before moving forward to Chitral, another seems to be interesting place.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Stuck

27/08/09

Okie, after a Shawal Kameez free day in Karachi, where I stayed with a middle class CS friend for one day, I am back to the real Pakistani world again. (The day with the CS was a free day with normal t-shirt and pants. She brought me to places where the higher level class is living, so no one stare at you or she will scold for me)

Moving north from Karachi to the Larkana for Moenjodaro, the place I always want to go since Form 1, when we studied different human civilizations on this planet from the history text book.

It was damn damn damn hot in Larkana, not as dirty as in Karachi, but as dusty or more dusty. Oh did I tell you that I like Thatta so much? I like Larkana too.

Thatta is somewhere 100km from Karachi, a small town with a super fine Mughal period mosque- the Shah Jahan Mosque; and nearby there is this place called the Makli Hill, which is a huge graveyard across several centuries. There are some truly beautiful shrines with perhaps some well known kings or queens or philosophers or saints or whoever famous buried there. Very impressing.

So I arrived at Makli Hill. The watchman said: 200rupees charge.
200 rupees? Come on, no way I am paying 200 rupees to see dead people.
Ok, no charge, go.
Wahaha so this is the trick! I walk into the graveyard (gracefully) and start taking pictures at the shrine with 'no photograph' signboard in front of it. After 15 minutes...

Hey, 200 rupees! A man on his bike stop beside me.
200 rupees? No man then I am leaving.
No, you picture, fine 200 rupees!
No is okie no picture, I leave. I put my camera in my bag, and start walking back.

I am at the gate when another man with his motorbike reached me at the back,
Hey you! no charge, go. Now free, no charge!
Huh? what you think I am, okie I have enough I don't want to see this graveyard anymore bye bye.
No charge for you, go!
No no thank you.
Free!
Okok but I am leaving thank you and bye bye.

I headed for Thatta, a town 2 km away from the Makli. It was prayer time, so I am not allowed to go into the mosque. What so good about Pakistan is female can enter a mosque and you don't have to pay to get close to GOD. So I decided to get myself a bottle of coke while waiting.

I will pay for your coke. Some 'unknown' stand up from the chair in front of the grocery shop and said to me.
No no thanks but I can pay for myself.
No no let me buy you a coke. This old man with big beard said.
No no. And I go on to pay. Who knows what will a bottle of coke costs.

While I was crossing the street back to the mosque, a car stopped by me and one guy stepped out from the car, not kidnapping me but told me 'you know why mr. Saji is paying for you? He is the owner of Thatta.'

Haha the owner of Thatta! wow you mean someone owned Thatta?
Yes yes.
I looked back and the white beard old guy was waiving back at me like he is someone famous.
Okie well thank you so much for telling me so. So what is his name again?
Hmm we called him Mr. Saji, Saji of Thatta.

I want to laugh out loud because it looks SOOO funny and weird to me but of course I did not. And later on in the mosque I asked a local college student if he knows Mr. Saji of Thatta, he said whoever he is, he must be a liar.

That's the first time I think I somehow do like Pakistan despite all the weird starring guys and unbearable weather and unhygienic living environment, it is not too bad since I still can get someone who can help me whenever I need, I still travel in public transports and staying in cheap hotels and don't have too much trouble with my stomach. I always meet people who are so sincerely telling me 'whenever you need help, don't hesitate to tell us', especially when they noticing me alone in the bus or in the town. After all most people are offering help than trying to harm.

So back to the 'I like Larkana too'. Larkana is too hot for the species called Homosapiens, I knew it is hot because I had a bad headache out of nowhere, I kept waking up in the night even there is power supply and the fan is spinning at its full speed, I am sweating.

Leaving Larkana, planned to go to Bahawalpur and Multan, again for the fascinating shrines and mosques, but the trip ended up in Rawalpindi/ Islamabad. I was in Bahawalpur that night, at the bus station and for no reason decided to skip Bahawalpur and Multan. No reason or explanation needed for a decision made by woman. haha.

So then I am back in Rawalpindi and just came back from Taxila, a Buddhism city famous for its Ghandara arts and visited by Fasien and XuanZang centuries ago. But I am looking forward to the Gandhara arts in the Peshawar instead, the sculpture are of different materials making the 'wow' differently.

And I am starving and stuck in the Pakistan. Starving as in I really hardly find any food except samosa before buka puasa, and since I am not allowed or it is not good to eat in the public, I am forced to skip lunch unless I am in the room, which most of the time I am not. And stuck, because there is no news from Tehran yet about my Iran visa.

And tomorrow I will be in Peshawar, the land of the Pashtuns, who known for war and revenge, and if you read 'Kite Runner', you know what the other thing that they are good for. (Sorry for the racism, this is one of the joke most travelers talk of) Will have a cup of chai with another CS at the old city, hope he is a normal one.

I am (so)looking forward to the trip despite a lot of advises. Man thank you so much for the concern, but I want to see it with my own eyes(although very small) whatsoever it is. Don't worry, I will be super alert ant try my best to stay safe! :)

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Karachi, the former City of Light

Lesson learnt: If you dont cross the street as if you own it, you will never have the chance to get acrossed.

Visa extension
Extended my Pakistan visa this morning in the passport office of Karachi. The officer told me, 'request for whatever day you want, the fee is free.' So I happily wrote '2 months'. Unfortunately the application need to get the approval of another officer, he said 'sorry I can only give 15 days, no discussion. You want more you go Islamabad.'

Ceh, no fun.

PTDC
Karachi is the best information center that I had ever been to. Mr Asif in the office is so informative. And with his information, it makes my day busy.

Busy Day
Today is a busy day. Went to the Mausoleum of Quaid e-Azam and Tooba Mosque. Both are fine architectures. Love the mosque so much, a semicircle building without a pillar, voices reflecting throughout the spaces, no secret is allowed.

Went to the Cliffton beach in the evening. It is a huge rubbish site, I never seen something like this before, the rubbish are unburied on the beach. Whatever the tide can reach, that is sand, whatever the tide cannot reach, they are rubbish. So much so much of them, you can't imagine.

Updates
Friends email me said the Iran visa will take another 15-30 days to process, probably because of Ramadan,so they are heading back to Hunza asking me to join them.. Going back to Hunza means passing through KKH(Karakoram Highway) again and I HATE KKH so much, I get so sick of it. If I opt to go back Hunza, it had taken me tonnes of courage.

Lesson learnt
Lesson learnt today is if you dont cross the street as if you own it, you will never have the chance to get acrossed. It is worse than anywhere else that I have experienced.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Moving south..

18/08/09

Arrived at Hyderabad after 19 hours train ride from Lahore. I am in the province of Sindh now and according to my outdated Lonely Planet, you will need to report to PTDC (Pakistan Tourism Development Corporation) when you are traveling in Sindh, they are the one who have the most updated safety information about the region, and they will arrange an armed guide to escort you if needed.

I went to the cheap hotels near the train station but the hotels refused to rent me a room, so I went to the police station in Hyderabad, asking for PTDC's help. I am kind of unsure to move around by myself not knowing the current situation, and the hotels that I can stay are too expensive for me, I wonder what is there in Hyderabad, and if I shall leave for Karachi.

After some calls the officer in the police station confirmed that there are no PTDC in Hyderabad, asked me where I want to go and arranged a guy to escort me. The guy was armed with pistol (anyway I always see guy with weapon, no uniform), he drove me to the museum, made the entrance free, afterwards drove me to the bus station to catch a bus to Karachi. I thought it will be good to buy him a drink for driving me around, ended up he paid for my drink.

Hyderabad is not an old city, the most attractive thing to me is the city is piled with rubbish. So much rubbish.

And I arrived at Karachi. Karachi is chaotic, noisy, super dangerous when crossing the streets, dusty and very very very dirty. Everywhere there is rubbish, everywhere. It is so far the dirtiest city I have seen, although I think India and Egypt might have out-beat it. And again, no hotel wants to admit me, every single hotel told me they are fulled, which is so weird because all the keys hanged on the wall.

Was so frustrated after plenty of check-outs, almost decided to head back to Islamabad if I can't find a cheap hotel, the last choice is to call the family I met in Islamabad for the help. While I was trying to get the line through, hei hei the owner of the hotel suddenly asked if I have all the legal documents with me and may be he can arrange a single room for me. Damn it but phew.. so I am staying down.

I knew Quetta will be hard for a single solo lady to get a room, but I dont expect Sindh area to be that hard. It was said that there was a Korean woman who prostitutes herself in Quetta and so all the hotel in Quetta refused to let any single Asian looking solo woman stay in their room since then. Spoil market.

Wanted to spend sometime in Karachi visiting Makli Hill, Thatta, and extend my visa. Wanted to go to mausoleum of Quaid e-Azam to pay respect to this great man, the founder of Pakistan. I wonder what he feel if he sees Pakistan today; sometimes I wonder how will Tunku Abdul Rahman feel if he see what our politicians are doing today. If the hotel allows me to stay for few more days, may want to go to the seaside, for the Arabian sea.

I have to say I start to miss Lahore after seeing Karachi..

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Another day..

16/08/09

After yesterday's rain, Lahore weather turned normal today, and last night we were blessed with the whole night electricity. That was the first night I slept throughout the night without keep waking up feeling myself lying on a bed of sweat..

Everyone in the inn went for Sufi's festival, I am not really that interested in that. There has been a lot of actvities going on since I arrived here.. the visit of Badshahi Mosque, the old city, the Qawwali music performances, the weekly Sufis night on Thursday, visit to Wagah border, the Pakistan Independance Day..

I need a break/ let me breath.

Went out to check the train ticket to Bahawalpur today after the lunch and juices session with the Japanese girl. It was a bit complicated to get the 30% foreigner concession fee for the train, so I went to the bus station to check the bus ticket instead.

It annoyed you, or at least it annoyed me after 3 weeks here in Pakistan, everyone seems to be interested to know your country and your sweet/ good/ kind/ lovely name; I am not saying that it is whoever's fault, but I am getting impatient with the repetition. It annoyed me when people gathering around me and stare at me, some are ready to help even though we have no language in common (my fault not to learn Urdu), and of course some waiting for chance to take advantage.

We were talking over the lunch about some people taking advantage of female foreigners by trying to touch you here and there. That is also the reason I am so hesitating in going to the Sufi festival today. There will be twenty over villages participating in the celebration, expecting millions of crowd. They dance and spin like nobody to connect with their God, some are real and others are fake. In hokkien we call that 'dehg siao dehg siao'. The Japanese told me it is even worse in India, a lot of female get molested, and she even met two rape victims in Delhi.

I was surprised to know that Sufi is a part of the Islamic religion. The Japanese went for the international Sufis festival last week and she told me those people go wild after they get connected to the God, they start to fight over the knife to beat on their own back, blood splashed everywhere. Anyway undoubtedly the music is nice, if you listen to it by closing your eyes, leaving the crazy world outside, you can easily go into meditation state.

I was there last week for their regular Sufi's night, and don't feel comfortable at all with all the weird staring, and walking so closely without considering you are a 'female'. 'Woman' is a different kind of animal from 'man' in Pakistan, even if the distance is okay in the rest of the world, it is not common here. So if suddenly the man go with the standard of the world but not Pakistan, you know they are trying to take advantage.

Later the evening I went to check out the Cathedral Church located just nearby the inn, had some good chat with the Pakistani christians in the church. Here we shake hand and talk and laugh like I was at home. It is strange to me that religion changes a lot of things here, too much that you can imagine.

Sixty over years ago the country separated into two due to different religions, people move from east to west to a Muslim country called Pakistan and others moved from west to east to a Hindu country called India. Rumours said the mass change of people caused half a million deaths. He can be your neighbours for half a century, and they are of same skin color, same features and similar language. Just because you have different religion, you need to be on the opposite site? It looks silly. Anyway since I am just a passerby I shouldn't make too many comments/judgements.

SO, will be heading south hopefully tomorrow by bus to Bahawalpur for Uch Sharif, then to Hyderabad, Karachi, Moenjodaro and then back to Islamabad. Still intend to visit Peshawar, so bought a burqa (the whole suit was too expensive so I only bought the scarf and the cover for face) at the old city the day before. In some places here woman is his (any HIM) property, not human being, so don't need a face.

Seems too much emotional feeling under the hot weather, uneasy to be easy going as a solo female traveler in Pakistan, may be I am just not experienced enough to take things light. And so fast, the 4th week started unknowingly.. will have to extend the visa once before exiting the country. More to go.

初见印度河

看见你时我几乎掉眼泪。你的姿态汹涌澎湃,狠狠将山石划破,经年累月深深浅浅,崖边留下你若隐若现史前就存在的见证;时间在你怀中磨出表情,横刀阔斧大气盎然;那开荒杏无人烟时就累积的故事,高高低低,抑扬顿挫。

我会激动是因为你孕育的那段璀璨文明,听说是古文明中最先进的一个,有规划的城市,市场,聚集地,民宅,水道,灌溉系统。。。当然,最神秘的还是至今仍是个迷的整个文明的消失,或陨落。有人说是因为你,你的背弃荒废了一个时代,像蝗虫风一般扫过农作,在一秒钟内卷走繁盛,留下空荡荡的荒芜,惹人心慌。

那时候课本上多个文明沿着河流饱满,尼罗河,黄河,幼发拉底河,唯独对你格外着迷。Harappa,Moenjodaro,这些被你滋润的印度文明。我不曾梦想有一天咱会靠得那么近。

那天我们相伴了一个黄昏,直到暮色退去。

Friday, August 14, 2009



Lahore热得不得了。

这儿的电源每来两个小时就会停一个小时,一天当中有三分之一的时间是没有电源的。

热得已经没有词汇可以恰当形容。

第一个在Lahore睡睡醒醒的晚上我深切体会自己是活着的,睁着眼睛,确实感觉每根汗腺如何酝酿汗粒,然后在汗腺尾段冒出一抹潮湿。

昨天46度。

今天更热。

无时无刻不在冒汗,衣服裤子无时无刻不是湿的。

清晨热醒时,发现自己睡在一张被汗水渗透的床上。

大麻

有人抽大麻。

有人问是从哪儿弄来的。

喏,就是从那个常在旅馆中晃荡的司机哪儿弄来的嘛。

其实这东西到处都是到处都有,而且几乎路上的人,都碰过。

可怜

没有看过一个那么可怜的国家。

一个民主国家独立六十几年,一直在霸权国家手中翻来滚去的被把弄,外战和内乱一样多,国内时常断水断电,连基本设施都弄不好,却拥有核子弹。

昨天老远跑到印巴边界去看每天例行的降旗仪式,两个国家像小孩一样用夸张的手法企图贬低对方,搞笑的操步跨大的表情动作,自以为是很了不起的做法,看在外人眼中却幼稚不堪,把自己踩在脚低却不自知,可怜之极。

伊朗

几天前申请了伊朗签证,批不批还不知道,十天过后自有分晓,但自从知道有人在巴国拿到印度签证后,就一直心痒痒。

Peshawar

还不知道去不去呢。

是想去的。

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

In L:ahore

In Lahore and the power is going to cut soon! This city has intermittent supply of electricity and water... I am surprised.

The weather here is HOT! 40 something I guess.. you soak in your sweat permanently. But I like the place although it is chaotic, noisy, hot and humid, just because the similarity we have with the British colonial style of buildings around the town..

Will stay here for few days, for the Thursday Sufi's night and this Friday, the Pakistan independence day.. and of course, old town plus Wagah border daily closing ceremony.. even though it is hot, it worths a few good day here.

Till then..

Friday, August 7, 2009

今晚没有流星

08/03/09

那个女生说这儿每晚都看得见流星,但我知道她今晚上没有看见,因为她哭了。日本男生在外头大吼时我坐在屋里看新闻,不知道外头发生什么事。Musa Sang后来把门关上,坐在我那排椅子的尾端,我不知道他也是在看新闻还是在等待外头的风雨过去。

后来那女生走到屋里来记账,我想问她还好吗,后来想想,还是没有开口。

Thursday, August 6, 2009

地球的另一天

08/03/09

傍晚时分坐在电视机前,听播报员一件一件地呈列地球充满疮痍的另一天。

挪威的海岸线被倾泄的石油污染;尼日利亚暴乱;伊朗大选后示威;巴勒斯坦人被以色列人驱逐;巴基斯坦恐怖袭击和民族杀戮一样多;马来西亚街头反内安法令,示威者被警方用催泪弹驱逐;地球暖化,一块一块的冰川浮在海面上。

我突然想起玛法达看世界,那幅恶心的表情。

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

无眠

08/02/09

昨晚喝了两杯咖啡后,和自己躺了一夜。
很久没有这样,真实得让人难受。

Monday, August 3, 2009

07/30/09

从来不晓得天气可以那么热。原本在新疆时想到吐鲁番去体验一下天气到底可以热到什么程度,后来因为乌鲁木齐事件而被劝罢。在喀什市一位天天到老城招客的师傅说:现在到巴基斯坦,不好。我以为他知道时局,‘把你热死’,原来他知道的是天气。

抵达Gilgit的第四天,天气开始无法忍受的热起来,坐在风扇底下,汗水不停的流过胸口,头发永远是湿的,脸永远油油,双腿永远发粘,裤永远湿。

我急着离开Gilgit,主要为了逃命。

到Karimabad的车上我被天气折磨的想死。我的双腿浸泡在自己的汗当中,再被皮肤吸进体内,整条裤子前后里外没有一寸是干的,窄小的车子没有移动双脚的空间,腰非常酸,关节发疼。我睁不开眼睛,即使戴上墨镜也无补于事,我的后脑疼痛得不得了,仿佛下一秒就要爆裂。我从来没有过这种感受,脑袋要爆裂的感受。我的右食指的那寸小节不停在抖。我用头巾将脸和手臂包上,减少阳光和皮肤的直接接触。

离开Gilgit前我在旅馆吃了盘220卢比的炒饭,这个价足够我吃饱饱的三顿,但当时我需要的是卫生,还有饭。我不想坐在外头吃饭,忍受一群男人一顿饭的注视。尽管如此,肚子并没有因为一顿饭而温顺起来。在车上,胃涨风,想吐。我没有闲情欣赏外头的景色,一味闭着眼睛却强烈的感受自己的每一寸不适,从头皮到脚趾头,从左手的大拇指到右手的小指,液体在肚子里滚动发出巨大的声音。

八个小时后我抵达Karimabad,少于120公里的路,要命的八个小时(故事下回再说)。而今天,Karimabad这个避暑的地方也热了起来,傍晚六点钟,我仍然没有勇气踏出房门。

那个马来西亚女生和他的日本旅伴从印度过境巴基斯坦,在Lahore呆了一晚,Islamabad一晚就直接到Karimabad来,呆了一个多月。真的会死人,她说。他们抵达Lahore那天气温是47度。
晚上不能睡,身子僵在床上眼光光的望着天花板,呼吸困难,根本无法住人,她说。

现在连Karimabad都热成这样,我实在没有勇气往下跑。

Saturday, August 1, 2009

我非常向往自律的生活

07/29/09
Day 358 Week52

我非常向往自律的生活,非常向往,真的。

我的想法变得非常快,决定也无常,脑袋几乎没有一刻不和自己对话,所以单是用‘想’,生活只是一尘不变的琐碎,偶尔还会失控的混乱,所以我必须写下来。

大学时期为了让自己的生活更好,我常在自制的日历上画上:星期一三五:跑步,星期二四:打球,每个一个星期的周末:爬山,一个月看两本书,之类的事。更早之前还在学校时,我将时间分成一段一段的,两点到四点:历史;四点半到六点半:物理,诸如此类。

通常计划这些就得花上我好些时间,先是制做日历,内容的编排还需要符合逻辑及现实条件,不能太苛刻,之间还要有互补作用(比如读完化学后要排上半个小时做化学练习),也要有足够的休息空间。有时候这些计划的内容甚至简单到:知足的活,多看点书,定时用餐,常运动。

这些计划/时间表如果不是从没开始国(很少发生),就是开始不到一个月后就坚持不下(通常是这样)。尽管我那么渴望自律并且主动去追求她,却永远被自己的惰性打败,所以你可以想象我如何一直生活在自己对自己的愧疚当中。

这次出门带了尼康D80的手册,自买了相机一转眼两年过后,自己对相机的操作仍仅限于皮毛,他人看你手操单眼相机就以为你是搞摄影的,但我操单眼只为了比较真实的色彩效果。之前太高估自己,以为背着手册摄影技术应该会有所提升,毕竟路上有很多时候你是闲着而且手上缺一本书的。但背了近十个月后这本手册就搁在背包内的同一个位置,没有见过阳光;这同时我也背了一本牛津英语字典。

我一直对自己的英文还是小学五年级的水平感到尴尬和耿耿于怀,以前读书时自己总是可以毫不费劲的记得大部分的中文和马来词汇,唯独英文。也不是不曾自律的要自己一天背十个英文单词,但那些单词和我的关系就像世仇,永远志道不合,隔天就散。旅途上背一本字典,是因为路上总会有书,而书中有太多自己不懂得生词,以为借此自己的英文水平应该会提高,但这么多日子过去了,路上有书是没错,但遇上不懂的字时要不是跳过,查字典的那一两次也只为了当下的理解,过后几乎都没有印象了。

像一开始出来时告诉自己一定要定时写稿(不是写博客),这当然没有做到,没有带手提电脑是最大的藉口,博客比写稿随性是最大的原因;连对自己最基本的早醒的承诺,也一天拖一天,遥不可及。

我追求自律,但惰性像骨髓,支配着我。

即在喀什遇见一名自学德语的中国女生后,在Karimabad又遇见一名自学日语的马来西亚女生。
‘反正有的是时间,又没事干’,她说。
我想起自己出门前因为想学西班牙语而差点冲动的买下西班牙语的书,后来觉得自己大概会因为太懒而一路白背那本书或甚至将书留下(这事不是可能会发生,而是绝对会发生),才放弃这想法。但遇上他们俩后触电似的又激发了我过自律生活的欲望,尤其是学好英语的欲望。(虽然昨晚睡觉前我告诉自己今早要六点醒最后还是八点半才醒)于是今天早上我坐在阳光明媚的门口,面对着眼前的高山峡谷,一边喝着我的三合一咖啡一边在小本子上写下:

0500-0700 起床,瑜伽,早餐
0700-1200 徒步,1200前回来
1200-1400 洗澡,午餐,休息
1400-1700 看书,学英文
1700-1800 上网
1800-2000 散步,购物,洗澡,晚餐
2000-2300 写,回想一日所发生的事
2300 睡觉

至于是不是能够在早晨五点醒来,嗯,明天告诉你。