– curious wayfarer –
Take me back to the pagodas of Bagan Bagan is famous for its thousands of pagodas dotting the dusty sunbaked landscape, small and large, humble and imposing, maintained and decrepit. Despite the sheer quantity of pagodas, there is no getting pagoda-ed out in Bagan. Each one is a surprise, every one an experience. As we
I’ve been grappling with this question for a while now: to blog or not to blog? That is the million-dollar question. It’s no secret that my blog and social media posts have been getting more and more sporadic (when I first started, I was churning out 2 to 4 posts a week!), which is, more than
I know, I know. It’s a bit late to be doing 2017 round-ups. I have no excuse other than the fact that I’ve been completely slack with blogging; however, seeing as over half of last year was spent overseas, it seems a shame to not have a post dedicated to my biggest year of travel
I thought I would start a series of posts called the ‘Phnom Penh Files’, which will be a monthly recap of my time in–you guessed it–Phnom Penh. The following is just a stream of consciousness, so please forgive my babbling. I am writing this during my last week in Phnom Penh. It is surreal to
The Kandy to Ella (or vice versa) train journey through Sri Lanka’s verdant hill country has been touted the ‘most beautiful train ride in the world’, and when I saw photos of the pastel blue colonial train lazily curling around endless hills of lush tea plantations, with passengers hanging freely out of carriages and heads
I thought I would start a series of posts called the ‘Phnom Penh Files’, which will be a monthly recap of my time in–you guessed it–Phnom Penh. The following is just a stream of consciousness, so please forgive my babbling. In last month’s recap, I touched on how familiar ‘Phnom Penh’ had become. This month,
There is something indescribable, or perhaps indefinable, about Yayoi Kusama’s eclectic body of work. It is simple but complex, frenetic but fastidious. Her work seems to occupy both ends of every spectrum, and perhaps this is a reflection on the artist herself—impossible to confine within the parameters of limiting labels. Her polka dots are iconic, her pumpkins
I thought I would start a series of posts called the ‘Phnom Penh Files’, which will be a monthly recap of my time in—you guessed it—Phnom Penh. The following is just a stream of consciousness, so please forgive my babbling. September was a whirlwind month. I had 2 sets of friends come to visit, as
I was quite a latecomer to the solo travel game, having taken my first solo trip when I was 28. As I traipsed around the old towns of Eastern Europe and perfected the fine art of dining alone, I only had one question: why hadn’t I done this sooner? Needless to say, I now have
I thought I would start a series of posts called the ‘Phnom Penh Files’, which will be a monthly recap of my time in—you guessed it—Phnom Penh. The following is just a stream of consciousness, so please forgive my babbling. The halfway mark already! How time flies. The first couple of weeks of August found
There were two main things on my radar when heading to Penang, Malaysia. First: street food; and second: street art. Penang, and in particular its capital George Town, has a compelling cultural scene that flourished after George Town was deemed a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2008. The city’s cultural identity was cemented when the Penang State
Penang has garnered a reputation for being one of the premier food destinations in South-East Asia and many would claim that its culinary scene rivals that of neighbours Bangkok and Singapore. Visitors to Penang are lured by the enticing aromas of Malay, Chinese and Indian dishes and traditional Peranakan or Nyonya cuisine—a blend of Chinese and