It was half past midnight when we arrived in Vietnam’s capital. A vibrant city of blinding lights, lush parks, French colonial buildings, and masses of fast-moving Vespas.
Little did we know that the start of our adventure would begin in a small, quiet alleyway that housed the quaint 70s-style apartment we would call home for the next couple of days.
Guilty, guilty, and… guilty!
Don’t hate the traveler, just laugh them off.
Warning: There may be too much –ings for your taste. The scenarios depicted are mere exaggerations to keep certain points in check. Unless they really did happen to you then wham, bam, thank you ma’am!
Did I say creepy? It’s a juxtaposition of sorts. Imagine a secret island with nothing but abandoned ruins. Elegant yet enigmatic with a religious shrine greeting you not far from shore. Tourist-filled afternoons are fine but what could be lurking about come nightfall?
You know how some people claim that a destination can be friendly to budget backpackers? The magic that is El Nido in Palawan has only recently bitten off its own share in the “cheap travel” map.
It’s a make-or-break experience. Our most recent Southeast Asian backpacking trip was a circus from start to finish. We can’t even begin to describe anything- anything at all.
“How’d your trip go?” is THE universal question but it’s become futile to ask us as we just glaze up… and are just plain flabbergasted.
Nothing could feel more peculiar than sitting in your room in the dark typing out words again as you are embraced by the dense profusion of familiarity.
One minute you’re scrambling for your passport on the immigration queue while someone prods you to hurry in a language you don’t understand, and the next you’re sipping a cup of coffee in the confines of your own world wishing it was milk tea from the streets of Bangkok.