KonMari Method for Travelers

“Tyding-up with Marie Kondo” is the latest Netflix sensation plaguing our social media feeds. The zenful pleasure of watching people keeping and letting go their personal belongings is so satisfying that you could not help but binge view one episode after another. But can we...

of falls and falling out

Ever pouring, ever living, it roars an ever raging lamentation of the universe. My earliest memory of an outdoor trip was when Lolo strapped me on the backseat of his DIY stainless “owner” jeep and drove all the way through the deeper woods of then lush...

Kids, This is How You Travel in The Late 90’s

Imagine waking up at dawn, around 5:00 AM and the only thing you could hear is the rhythmic clanks of steel electric fan next to your bed laden with questionable fluid marks. Most budget inns even in major provincial cities would not have aircondition and...

Let me write you a love letter

We label places, in our minds we play this game of association to remember its scents, flavours, textures, feelings. A city could be a stop over, a place where we treaded as a passer by and somehow managed to leave trivial cues in the crevices...

subvert narrative

This is just a rant on travel “influencing” (whatever that means). Because, newsflash, that dreamy vignette or epic drone shot is not cutting it anymore. This may be the death of travel blogging as we know it. Telling a travel tale do not always open...

THE BORDER CROSSING THAT ALMOST KILLED ME

Half asleep, my head bobbed foregrounding the blurred landscape of the Kenyan savanna. The view gradually transitioned from silhouette of the flat horizon to sprawling forest shrouded in pitch black night. It was close to midnight and the road was noticeably rough, no longer the smooth...

CASABLANCA AND THE SQUALID HOTEL

We barely had a day to rest before our long-haul journey back home. An entire day of overland travel across the valley from the Atlas Mountains means miles after desolate miles of arid countryside, of which a warm bath and a homey bed could have...

Dear passenger 19I

<<THIS MAY BE A FICTIONAL STORY>>   Dear passenger 19I,   I have been flying frequently and so often that a short ride in an aircraft no longer excites me. I can walk from departure hall through immigration barriers half drunk, and being assigned at the middle seat does...