Received a sudden call from the aunt’s family on the weekend while eating with another relative that I’ve met only once.
She asked if I wanted to travel, away from Beijing, for a bit.
A tinge of excitement was the only thing I could experience in my already dry throat, the same throat thas has been consuming the hottest air this city has experienced in the past 10 years.
“Where”, I asked, with bigger curiousity than ever. I’ve been extended numerous offers by them this past summer, but none of my adventurous requests went through. Last year was a bad one to pick. Everywhere I wanted to go either held an earthquake, flood, or some political disruption.
“We were thinking of Tibet, you wanna come?”
And for those who know me should understand the unhealthy obsession I have with lama attires, hobo bags, mosque shoes, free prairies, horses, cows, sheeps, and the real beauty that exists in only the most genuine and raw conversations between people – not behind screens pressing “like” or “view”, but the kind that chases the sunset like restless children with rural elegance. If you know what I mean. You should.
A copy of my passport was sent to the traveller’s agency for an expedite Tibet Traveller’s Permit application that very afternoon. It would shorten the norm-rate of 7 business days to only three. 24 hours later, I booked my flight. And within 24 hours, my flight will leave. Packing is left unchecked. That will be done first thing in the morning tomorrow (today?).
I think this is going to change my life, like everything that has already happened in this two short months.
But I think this will change me. And I’m not quite sure If i’m ready for all the bombardments yet. I’d have to run to the pharmacy tomorrow morning and grab some medicine to prepare for the high elevations of Tibet (nosebleeds and pounding headaches are common if precautions aren’t taken)
There’s also a smaller assignment I’m about to take-on, along with my cousin, in the next couple of weeks. The relative that took us out for dinner, as a habitual thing, gave us 500RMB each to spend on whatever. We just couldn’t take it. So I wrote a heartfelt letter to her and we folded the bills into hearts and stuffed everything in an envelope and gave it back to her. What we’re going to do is something more meaningful. We’re each taking only 100 RMB and spliting that into 20 pieces of 5 RMB, and we’re going to pay it forward.
I grow sick of the widening gap between the rich and poor in this country. I struggle to understand why there are a billion luxury shopping malls when most people probably don’t even shop there. Because they can’t afford to.
There is still the lady without the leg playing er-hu in front of the empty Burberry, the lost 7-year-old who’s been forced to give out flyers that his parents wouldn’t even care to comprehend, the middle-aged man with an accidental burn on his cheek coupled with simple chalk-words on the sidewalk that explains how he survived the lost hopes.
So instead of spending the money on probably end up being 3.5 cocktails inside Nan Luo Gu Xiang (南锣鼓巷) – my second-home and backyard – we’re trying something else. In the next few weeks, we’ll be travelling to different cities (my cousin’s leaving Beijing to Guangzhou, and I, to Chengdu then Tibet) and we’re going to spread our help across the map into the hands of those who would knock their heads out for that light bill. We’ll mark each of our 5 RMB with a special symbol so it stays differentiated from all the other bills (if we have anything else) in our wallets. For each person we extend our help to, we’ll photograph them and also write a little note on the who, where, and how’s.
I feel that this will be the best gift we could give, and I can’t wait to take this on in Tibet. I’ll keep all posted.
I’m going to the office in the morning to organize some files and in the afternoon, I’m spending it with my cousin, as it will be my last day with her, to probably a canoe-trip inside Beihai Park, an imperial garden north of the Forbidden City, famous for its river (Beihai).
Stay well, everyone. Get excited for Jia in Tibet. Seriously.


















































