Road trip

Zane and I hatched a plan over a three-course lunch at Cova, The Gardens, today that had me blissfully dreaming about it all afternoon.

To be honest, it was something that we both had been dreaming about all those years, and somehow managed to postpone for one reason or another. It's our long-overdue road trip to the east coast in our old buggy. We had wanted to do it last year, but of course, I had a happy accident which we later named Musa.

It's not just any old road trip, though, that we envisioned. It would be an artistic documentation of our journey to the east coast, through history and time.

Think Motorcycle Diaries meets Little Miss Sunshine. A journey of discovery, documentation and chaos!

We're thinking of taking the roads, trails and paths less travelled by and let serendipity surprise us. Though we are planning on a loose itinerary, we'll probably go on the fly most times.

Zane, the ever-diligent dreamer, wove his dreams into my own thought bubble, ever expanding it with happy visions and possibilities...until, by the time dessert came, I was already smiling in gleeful anticipation of the trip. It involved paintings, sketches, some prose and poems, and hand-bound books of our journey...and possibly an art exhibition of it to follow.

"We'll have to plan this right," he said, thinking deeply. "You know what car would be nice for this trip?"

I shook my head.

"A 4 by 4...with camping equipment and space in the back for Musa to crawl."

"Not the wagon?" I asked.

"Nope. Makan minyak banyak," he said. Then as an afterthought, "A kangoo would be nice too."

We stared off into our own thought bubbles...wondering....dreaming...

"It would be nice to take a long leave. You know how long we should go for?"

I eagerly put up all ten fingers to his face.

"No...more than that..."

"Two weeks?" I started to moan. I didn't have two weeks of leave.

"No...a month!"

Perhaps I could take no-pay leave...hermmm...

Well, this is just the beginning. They all begin with dreams anyway. Let's see what happens next.