Travel
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Travel: The Gift That Keeps On Giving
I didn’t have much time in between my last two trips to write about the first, to Costa Rica, as a separate entity. But by all means, I should say it certainly deserves to be a post of its own. (This will probably be it.) And somewhere in the depths of the stark contrast between…
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Me, Myself and Europe
I have some treats for you guys! Owing to my recent trips. I wrote some blogs on my phone. (And this time it didn’t get stolen.) So I will roll them out day by day for you to get a back-to-back-to-back hit of my adventures, though you will have to wait another few days until…
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Nothing Beats A Failure But A Try
Last year this time I was busy applying for the Peace Corps. My application was bare but my essay, I thought, was comprehensive. So I sat on the application for half a year in anticipation of the response, which didn’t come until March. I wasn’t as discouraged as I thought I would be when I…
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If You Don't Get Robbed in South America, You Didn't Do it Right
Well, the word is out. I was robbed in Chile. Twice. (Three times if you include the whole group). Now that the cat is out of the bag. I guess this is where I fill the space up with explanations and background details in order to save face. But really, the only thing I particularly…
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The Hidden Gems of Arizona
I have been traveling a lot–thanks to this blog and one of my very thoughtful and kind readers. And I realise that my other readers have been deprived as a result. I also realise that I really should be writing about my travels and the wonderful adventures that I find myself taking. After all, if…
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Don't Date A Girl Who Travels
I am working on two blogs — both of which need some research, which is why I haven’t posted yet. (You know I usually just write and post right away otherwise.) But these blogs are both controversial in their own right and require a little bit of homework. One is about religion (gasp) and one…
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Work, Souvenirs and Such
My days have become routine. I wake up, I go to work, I go back to my apartment and I go to sleep. There really is nothing much more to my weekdays than that.(Other than the occasional supermarket visit or something of the sort, of course. And I am thankful that I get to go…
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And So My Journey Begins
My first week in the expensive city of Sydney has been eventful, to say the least. It took me about three days to get over my jet lag–I often found myself falling asleep by 6pm and then waking up before the sun did. I didn’t mind the waking up early part though because it really…