Getting Paris and Losing it: How I got over my favourite city

  I’ve never been so excited and so scared to return to a place. With the last of the French Notting Hill Carnivallers cramming into the overnight bus from London, their party keeps going until about 1 AM, where we’re shuffled through the border and put on a tank underneath the sea. At that point … More Getting Paris and Losing it: How I got over my favourite city

Sunrise and Sunset at Angkor: Why I Came Home

  Monuments and Sundowns It’s 5 AM on the third day and I’m biking through the woods in pitch darkness, but by the time I reach the ruins, dawn is already making a thin red silhouette around the towers across the lake. There’s chatter, here and there, but generally exhaustion keeps people quiet—exhaustion, and a … More Sunrise and Sunset at Angkor: Why I Came Home

Breaking into Mexico: Get Ready for some Headspinning

I’m stepping onto the metro when three Mexican ladies half my height, making a triangle formation, push around me. It takes about two seconds onto the train, right after I breath, to realize my phone is gone from my left pocket. It’s surreal; the dirty lights of the train are flashing, it shakes as it … More Breaking into Mexico: Get Ready for some Headspinning

Finding Laos Part 1: Luang Prabang’s Manufactured Peace

There’s no place that manages the peace Luang Prabang does. Coming direct from Hanoi, it’s less like stepping into another country, more like drifting into a different dimension. I came from the city, from a 26 hour bus romp through the mountains, and suddenly I was in Lotus Land. I leave my guesthouse in the … More Finding Laos Part 1: Luang Prabang’s Manufactured Peace

3AM’s On Hanoi’s Carnival: And All This Will End Too, Right?

Hanoi’s 3 AM feeling. It greets you even in the middle of the night, bringing its best face and putting its best foot forward: The bus from Hue drops us off at 3AM, and after fighting off the near-swarm of Touk Touk “where you going where you going” drivers, we’re wandering the empty streets trying … More 3AM’s On Hanoi’s Carnival: And All This Will End Too, Right?

Cash Kings and Beach Dreams: What are you Travelling for Son, to Hanoi, to Ha Long?

And we begin where we ended: It’s morning number 3 of my first (of 3) Hanoi benders. My stomach is flipping as I’m flipping out, trying to move my check-out along so I can sort out my escalating bank problems. My wallet’s edging close to zero and a bus is almost here to take me … More Cash Kings and Beach Dreams: What are you Travelling for Son, to Hanoi, to Ha Long?