Taman Negara The minibus ride along the winding highway from KL to Jerantut was pretty uneventful, though I did have an unexpected moment of nostalgia along the way. At one point, I looked up from my book (On The Road,
Before getting into my thoughts on Kuala Lumpur and what I’ve been up to for the last week, I’d like to share the view I currently have from my table at Skybar: Yup, that’s happening. The Petronas Towers are the
As I sit here in one of Ubud’s many cafes with my laptop, I’m struck by the strangeness of having to write a summary of a place that has been my home for the last month. As I look up
This post is all about my food and drink adventures in Ubud. Now that you get the joke of the title (also consult this reference if necessary), feel free to groan and roll your eyes. I’ll wait until you’re done.
Ubud is an interesting place. It’s the artistic and cultural center of Bali, but it’s also a boutique shopping and fancy spa destination for tourists, but it’s also a yoga and healing destination for hippies, but it’s also a quiet
Koh Phangan As I predicted in my last post, the rest of my time in Thailand was a pleasant continuation of the previous few weeks: lots of eating, motorbiking, massages, lounging around, reading, and Skyping with friends and family. The
I’m not going to mince words here: Full Moon was a shitshow. It was the shittiest of all the shitshows. Imagine tens of thousands of kids, many of whom are incapable of holding their liquor, partying on the beach. It
Here we are three weeks into the trip and I haven’t written a damn word. Mostly I blame the heat. And the constant distractions. Who has time to write when you’re spending your days eating and drinking coconut shakes and
As I start to type these words awkwardly with my thumbs on my tablet, I find myself on a 747 somewhere over the middle of the Pacific. The noise of the engines is unusually loud and my stomach is growling
In no particular order, here are my thoughts on Chile, traveling, culture, people, and dogs. The day Becca and I left, my friend Michele (who lived in Santiago for about a decade) predicted that I would be surprised at how