From Hanoi upwards, and downwards, here’s a quick highilght reel of the last three weeks in Vietnam… – Trekking to the H’mong villages in Sapa. Lucked out finding the clearest, bluest day to see the Vietnamese Alps on a slow trot down a hilly, undulated,…
I've been having vivid dreams in Vietnam. Which makes sense, since they're colored by the strange reality that is Vietnam. I dreamt of rats, porcupines and deer chasing me through Hanoi – an angry stampede through the streets, where the hunted indeed became the hunter….
Or better yet, on the most pleasant surprise of the last four weeks. Trang, our first stop on our tour of the Andaman isles, is a delightful slice of Thai bohemia. But it begins in Hat Yai, our first post Malaysian-Thai border stop where we…
Travelling for many months is a long and winding road: You deliberate at the forks and savour the turns, cross and re-cross paths with fellow wanderers and (sometimes when you least expect it) come out at spectacular views. And, more often than you'd like, as…
A quick update before we hit the Thai Isles, where Internet may be limited and sand in over abundance: We spent five nights in the Cameron Highlands. The air was cool, the hikes ranged from gentle to not so gentle, the tea estates were magnificent,…
Kuala Lumpur went by in a blur, not because we were drunk, since drinks in Malaysia are unaffordable on our shoestringer of a budget. No, KL was hazy because it is a city that is both blessed and plagued by its own infrastructure. Touring…
We found our guesthouse in Kuala Lumpur just as thick drops of rain were beginning to pierce through the sticky heat. This wasn’t our first choice and hardly the only place we looked. But bohemian-inspired Le Village had been boarded up sometime since Lonely Planet…
To describe Singapore in one word wouldn’t truly do it justice. Nor would a sentence, or even a paragraph really. In fact, I’m not exactly sure how I feel about Singapore, other than that, relative to the one other place we’ve been to thus far,…
As related to me by Taylor Dixon, a tai-pan in the truest sense:
There’s something to be said for a week in Hong Kong: Our shin splints have given way to calves of steel and an uncanny ability to manoeuvre crowds. Our steamed dumpling radar is more or less bang on. And our Cantonese sucks. Trying to pass…
