a turn around flight in Hong Kong 🇭🇰, an overnight in Japan 🇯🇵. My days are counted not by the numbers on a calendar but rather on by stamps on my passport. My life is just a constant shuffle of take-offs and landings that I often lose track of time. A couple of hours ago I was dropping off 300 passengers in Manila. 🇵🇭 Now, I wait for my own flight to Hanoi 🇻🇳 for a much needed 2 week back-packing trip! Does constant travelling make you lonely sometimes?