–Desperate to catch a break, the only break I seem to catch is that which breaks me in two. — I woke up to dreams of Mt. Everest. In my nocturnal delusion Dexter had, to my surprise, decided that I…
Category: Travel
All posts written on or about my travel adventures.
India: A Firsttimer’s Impression
It stinks. And not in some metaphorical “it is a bad place” but in the most brutal of literal senses. It smells really bad. Absolutely everywhere. Spice bowls and burning incense are randomly placed at every corner intended to hide…
A Song of Rain and Fire
Visiting Varanasi, the Hindu city of Death I never feared death much. Death being either the end as the complete obliteration of the senses, or the beginning in the sense of a reaching a new world, a paradise through the mercy of a divine,…
17th Memory Lane ave.
As though a person in love waiting for a scheduled rendezvous, the excitement of my South Africa trip is finally starting to kicking in. As the new day dawns, this feeling for the future will be replaced by the experience…
On the streets in Catania
They are roughly my age. In worn clothes and dirty backpacks they hang like teenagers in shade of the trees across from the restaurant where we’re eating lunch. They are as barefoot as the kind-looking, but dirty, dogs they have…
Hitting a Travel Milestone: Missing the Flight
I’ve finally done it. I missed my very first flight. On many occasions have I been causally sitting around the airport to be the last person to enter the plane, in mid-run I could’ve been found rushing to the gate,…
Stranger Danger
I always say that there is something liberating with the conversations with complete strangers. The people who think they know you best often take little interest in you or how you might have developed since you saw them last, already knowing…
Fear: Diving and driving on Koh Tao
My heart was beating at its absolute maximum, and not in the good way. I was drowning. Or so my body thought, my mind knew I had plenty of air. All I needed to do was to breath steadily through…
Passed out in Railay, Thailand
Exhausted I am lounging at my bungalow hotel: Rapala Rockwood. The mosquitoes are feeding on me, I (too) have eaten too much, I’ve burned all body parts above my waist, my legs are still shaky after climbing up to the…
Questioning Morals in Bangkok: Visiting a Ping Pong Show
It was not as bad as I thought. From a selfish point of view, that frightens me almost more than the reality of the situation itself. There was a large group of us, all tucked into four tuktuks heading towards…