'WELCOME TO MY LAST-GASP GAP YEAR'
now. here we have a double page spread- in which the writer describes her year out of work. alone. wow. except that none of her ghastly posed photos have her on her own- someone is always holding the camera. (naive enough to trust a stranger with your camera? or taken by a buddy?) hmm.
She writes that she finally found the courage to book her own ticket. alone. she should have been shouting 'I am a strong independent women hear me ROAR' *cringe. But instead she cries her eyes out. Lady Please.
Your pre-paid holiday through a travel agent with other tour groups of similar aged tourists who take your photos and make you feel safe is not the most profound experience you think it is. And doing it own your own? You're not on your own. even worse your flippant comment of 'I'm not even sure where I am going to wake up tomorrow' sends out an awful message to young readers.
then to tip it for me. the part where she says 'there's nothing like navigating a shitstorm in another language, and all on your own to show yourself what your capable of'
hey Lady- try doing it for your job every day in a Chinese Factory as part of your career.
I'll tell you stories that will curl your side swept fringe.
and there it is. I guess I will tell you horrible stories. scary stories. bad and good stories.
I worked in a small factory town in China. I wont say where. I'm British- speak only English. (although now I am capable office-able Mandarin (( 'give me that spec' ' I want it in Blue' ' I want a different zip'))
I've seen nasty factories. Nice factories. Nice toilets. More nasty toilets.
Through this nice anonymous blog you can read a much more colourful view of traveling and working alone. in a totally foreign environment for the female 20 something.
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