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Hello, Ciao,안녕하세요, Hallo, Hola, Selamat tengahari! My name is Rachael and I am a travel enthusiast. Ever since I can remember, my parents have taken my brother, sister and I on good ol' American road trips. It's safe to say that was where my interest in new places, people and experiences was ignited. As my parents always encouraged my siblings and I to explore and ask questions, I developed a sincere curiosity for new adventures. In addition to seeing much of the United States with my favorite travel companions (my family), I had the opportunity to spend a semester in Rome, Italy, as well as a semester in Seoul, South Korea during my college career. Now, I am honored to be taking part in a Fulbright ETA Scholarship to Malaysia for a year! My family's favorite motto is "Life is all about the journey, not the destination." I invite you to join along in my journey of cultural exchange and mutual understanding in Malaysia! After all, the more, the merrier.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Singapore: My concrete jungle


Being away from my lovely family and community in America for such a long time was tough at times. However, I was always reassured that someplace comfortable was somewhat within reach – Singapore. Singapore is home to my friend Clement and his family.

Clement and I exploring Kuala Lumpur!
January 2012
I met Clement while we were both exchange students in Seoul, South Korea in 2009. Over the years, we kept in very good touch with letters, emails and Skype dates, although we never knew when we would see each other again. During my Fulbright stint in Malaysia, I was able to see Clement on four different occasions. Clement came to visit me during my first week in Malaysia, and we explored Kuala Lumpur together. It was very comforting, and I went to visit him and his family in Singapore three times.

During my first trip to Singapore in April, I saw Singapore as a tourist. Clement took me to see all the sights, such as Marina Bay, the Singapore Night Safari and the Singapore National Museum. He also introduced me to kaya toast, koi bubble tea and Chinese food. Moreover, I stayed with Clement and his family in their home, so I was able to meet his family as well as his relatives who came for a get together one night. It was the perfect introduction to Clement’s home life, as well as the city he comes from. In addition, it was the first time I was able to attend church since moving abroad. I was able to attend service with his mother and sister at New Creation Church with the reknown Pastor Joseph Prince. All in all, after my first visit, I could not wait to return again!

Clement, Andes, and I reunited after
three years!
Exploring Singapore, Clement's hometown.
Marina Bay, Singapore. April 2012.
After the Singapore Mizuno Wave Run.
September 2012.





I returned in September for the Mizuno Wave 16K Run. During that trip, I was also able to see my friend Malena from Germany who was temporary stationed in Singapore for work. Similar to Clement, I met her while studying in Seoul, Korea and we had kept in touch. We enjoyed a great night out on the town and great conversation! In addition, Clement and I met up with our friend Andes, also from our days in Seoul, who was visiting Singapore. We enjoyed awesome pork soup, as well as koi tea! It was a perfect day!

On my 16K race day, Clement and his dad cheered me on as I ran through the streets of Singapore. Clement even ran the last 4K with me, and he was my photographer as I crossed the finish line 10 seconds ahead of my goal time! After the race, I went to church with his mom and sister. For lunch, we all enjoyed Chinese dumplings. They all commented that my chopstick skills had improved a great deal since my first visit to visit them five months before.

Enjoying delicious chili crab and seafood
with Clement's family!
After I moved out of my house in rural Besut and before I headed back to the States, I visited Singapore for the last time. Once again, I stayed with Clement and his family. However, this time, me and Clement’s friend from Korea, Sunny, came in for the weekend as well! She had been working in Vietnam. It was one grand reunion! The three of us did some sightseeing, and enjoyed excellent conversation. Clement’s family took us out to a big dinner filled with fancy seafood and I learned how to eat complicated dishes that I had never tried before. I can honestly say, it was the first time I have ever thoroughly enjoyed eating seafood. Clement, Sunny and I also went to a club one night to experience Singapore nightlife. On our last night together, we went to a nice hotel in Singapore that played jazz music. We sat eating peanuts, laughing and enjoying one another’s company!

Sunny, Clement and I!
Clement and I watched as Sunny left through the departure gate, and we reflected on how grateful we were to be able to spend one whole weekend together. Clement and I grabbed burgers before I had to depart, and we enjoyed the last hour we had hanging out together. It was a tearful good-bye at the departure gate. I was so happy that my year in Malaysia allowed me four opportunities to enjoy his company, but I was sad because we did not know when we would have that opportunity again.

Saying farewell.

One of the greatest blessings during my year in Malaysia was Clement and his family. Weekends with them served as a ‘rock’ of sorts, reminding me of home and making me feel welcome. Singapore became a second home, and it is the place I will miss the most from my year abroad. Clement’s family provided me with such a comfortable place that I always looked forward to coming back to during my year in Malaysia. They made me feel at ‘home’ even though I still remained so far away from America and my family. For that, I will always be incredibly grateful. They are planning a trip to America, and I only hope that I can show the same hospitality to them! 
My German friend Malena and I, reunited in Singapore after three years!

Clement's mom and I enjoying a day out all together!

KOI Bubble Tea - It's amazing.
Clement, his brother Ben and I enjoying a beautiful view!

Bali, Indonesia



Rice paddies, palm trees and lush green was can be seen throughout every inch of Ubud, Bali.

In September 2012, my roommate Christina and I set off to experience what Bali had to offer!

Our longhouse that we stayed in during our time in Ubud.
We stayed twenty minutes outside of Ubud, Bali in a longhouse style lodge. It was surrounded by jungle terrain, as well as green, rolling rice paddies. During our entire stay there, I enjoyed the peace and tranquility of the open wooden doors and windows giving way to the wind that lightly blew the beautiful, white sheer mosquito net that surrounded my bed. For the five days we were there, we shared a house with a couple from Argentina. Every morning we would wake up and enjoy toast and jam with the couple. We chatted about the couple’s trip around the world. They had been on the go for over two years and still had about three years to go. Whenever they ran out of money, they would pick up little jobs and save up enough to set out to their next destination. It was fascinating to hear the story of how they were managing their trip and budgeting. In addition to their trip, they were blogging and in the process of writing a book.


This corridor gave way to a gorgeous view of Bali.
At this point, Christina and I had only about eight weeks left of our stint in Malaysia. Ubud, Bali was a good place to journal while reflecting on our year. In a sense, Bali reminds me of Rome. Instead of trying to hide and erase age and ‘fix’ ruin, it embraces it. It builds upon and around what remains from the past. There is such beauty and wonder to be seen from the ‘age’ in Ubud, Bali. As I stood along a stone wall, looking out at the scenery all around, I felt as though the ruin could tell stories of what was, and what will be.

The weathered facades of Ubud are unlike any other!
The Ubud, Bali Starbucks! (Yes, they had Starbucks!

In Ubud, there are worn, weathered facades of buildings and huge palm branches that hang over the tight, narrow roads. The rough roads are filled with scooters and cars, as well as many automobiles from the 50’s-70’s. Unlike other places I have traveled to, Bali feels and exudes a peaceful, calm and quiet demeanor that makes one want to simply write, read, take pictures and sip Indonesian coffee all day- which is precisely what I did.

My heart will forever adore Bali, because it is a city that fully embraces its roots, culture and especially, it’s age- an age that gives way to tremendous architecture, art and ruin. No doubt, I will return to Bali. I’m not finished with it yet. 


A small door I found during my walk through Ubud.
The garden entrance to an ancient temple.
Ubud, Bali has multiple layers and elevations. 

The vehicles in Bali made me feel as though I was in an adventure film,
or I had stepped back in time.
The peaceful scenery makes Ubud an easy place for a tourist to relax.


My nice, cozy bed that had large, open windows.
Since we were nestled within the rolling hills, it actually got
chilly at night.
An image that can be seen during a walk through Ubud.

A temple outlined by lilly pads.
We found tortilla chips in Bali, and boy oh boy, did we take advantage of that!
Rice paddies outlined by jungle terrain make Bali a unique place to visit.
A Balinese village outside of Ubud, Bali.

Philippines





The beautiful, signature rock of Boracay.
It houses a statue of the Virgin Mary.
I decided to go to the Philippines on a whim. In fact, it was never a place I imagined myself traveling to, but I am so glad I did. It all started when my friend and fellow Fulbrighter said, “My Korean friend is in the Philippines studying right now. Would you want to go there?” “Sure,” I replied, although I knew nothing about the Philippines.

In late August, my friend Julie and I set off to the Philippines. Although we started our journey in Malaysia, it was no easy trip to get there. In fact, it ended up being a 24-hour travel time to get from our villages in Malaysia to the island of Boracay, Philippines. But, it was so worth it!

One of the fire dancers swirling fire around his body, as well
as around people's faces.
In a nutshell, our trip to Boracay was filled with relaxing days, the bright sun and great people. In fact, I spent a great deal of time simply sitting in cafes with iced coffee beverages writing. I was perfectly content. During the day, Julie and I would often do our own things. In the evening, we would meet for dinner with her Korean friends. One afternoon, Julie and I went scuba diving. The colors made me feel as though I was swimming through some sort of stain glass window or collage! I could have sworn that I jumped into a perfect aquarium or the movie Finding Nemo. Every night, we enjoyed eating delicious food along the beach and listening to live music under the moonlight. One night, we even had fire dancers swing fire around our faces. I was horrified, but I made it out without burns or scratches- thank goodness. During our seven days on Boracay Island, we started getting to know the people there. In fact, by day three, we had made all sorts of new friends, such as Pamela and her family who ran the lodge we stayed at.

Boracay is an absolutely breathtaking place filled with a magical sunlight that literally makes everything shine brighter. While simply walking along the shore, I could see people in the distance parasailing, kite surfing, surfing and swimming. The water of Boracay is “azzurro” (sky blue), and the endless mountains in the background make it look like my idea of heaven. All along the sandy shore, there is an ocean walkway that is filled with kind people and adorable, quaint coffee shops. Most of all, the sunset of Boracay literally engulfs you with its arrangement of orange, pink and purple colors that nestles itself over the low-tide water. The atmosphere of Boracay literally motivated me to experience “il bel far niente” (the beauty of doing nothing).

Some of the children of Boracay Island! 
One late afternoon, I sat alone playing in the sand with my toes. Soon enough, a group of children came up to me that was selling bracelets. They begged me to buy one, and I sat and chatted with them for a while. I was so surprised that they could speak English so well. As the waves came rolling up onto the shore, we started playing hand games such as “rock, paper, scissors” and “guess how many fingers I am holding up.” It was so fun to simply hang out with the kids. I told them that I would be back the next day. So I was not surprised to find them searching for me on the shore the next day. One of the little girls, her English name was Princess, had a smile that could make anyone’s day brighter.

Fellow skim boarders! 
On another afternoon, I sat and watched a group of people who seemed to be surfing. However, instead of surfing on the water, they appeared to be surfing on the shore. It intrigued me, and I sat contently just watching and giggling when they wiped out. Soon enough, a young boy as well as a boy around my age asked me if I wanted to try. The technique was called ‘skim boarding.’ I was hesitant at first, but I went for it. The next four days, I met the group of skim boarders when the tide became low around 3:30pm. They would spend a couple hours teaching me skim boarding, until the sunset. When the wipeouts and bruises became too painful I would swim in the perfect water and let the waves roll over my head and back again. After skim boarding, we would sit and watch the sunset. On my last day, I brought the little kids, as well as my skim board instructors, Cheetos, Oreos and Sprite that I found in the store nearby. We had a picnic to celebrate a great week, a new hobby and most of all, new connections.

The Philippines was my favorite trip in Southeast Asia, hands-down. The Filipino people were so warm and welcoming. After a week exploring the island, as well as the local village, I felt as though I did not want to leave. Ever since that trip, when I see little kids playing and laughing, I think of the Filipino children of Boracay.

The boat ride from the mainland to Boracay Island.

The ride through Boracay island to White Beach, Boracay.

The streets into White Beach were really unique, and
the people never hesitated to smile at us!
My friends Julie and Owen hanging out with me and one of the little boys of Boracay, Island!
He taught us how to do some awesome sand art, and he loved Cheetos!

The sun of Boracay added a special kind of glow to everything!

One of my skim board instructors and his son! After practicing, we enjoyed snacks
on the shore during sunset with people!
Jhey, a skimboard creator, thought I would enjoy seeing this
"Happy Home!" It sat right on the beach, and it could bring a smile to
anyone's face!

Our cute and quant room at Trafalgar, White Beach.

Us girls enjoying the perfect sunset that could be seen on any given night!

Goats hung around our lodge at all hours of the day!
They were friendly goats!
Boracay had plenty of coffee to go
 around! After months without iced
espresso beverages, I was ecstatic to sip on one
in the Filipino sun!

Skim boarding is a very popular hobby in Boracay.
A new friend, Jhey, made the skim boards that are for sale at this store!

Discovering a turtle on the shore
with the locals!
The sunset of Boracay, Island.
The perfect blend of orange, pink and purple.
Julie and I were on a tight budget, but
we bought a bottle of the famous
Boracay Rum. Julie tried to bring an
empty bottle home as a souvenir. Sadly,
it was confiscated at customs!
While there, I got temporary henna on my foot.
It said 'attraversiamo.' It's the word
featured in the book Eat, Pray, Love. It means
'let's cross over together.'