My very first taste of solo travel – one night in Nice
My first taste ever of solo travel was while visiting the Cote D’Azur in France way back in 2007.
My first taste ever of solo travel was while visiting the Cote D’Azur in France way back in 2007.
Remembering that one time I was in Moscow with my Dad
I love Barcelona but it I will always remember it as the place I nearly got robbed
Go off the beaten path by heading to Taitung for a truly authentic local Taiwanese experience.
Braving the scary ferry as we leave Lyudao and head to Luye in rural Taitung as just a trio.
A very early morning dip in the hot springs for sunrise, re-exploring the little island when 5 became 3, and how we made it work anyway
I didn’t even spend a full 24 hours in the coastal town of Chipiona, but a late summer sunset on this beach is one of my best memories of Spain and Andalusia.
That time I randomly visited Salvador Dali’s museum in Figueres and was blown away by the world’s largest surrealist structure
That time my travel journal with accounts of my grad trip hijinks was a part of a travelling exhibition
My first trip to Dubai was a sweltering summer with my Dad where we wandered around the souks, crossed the Deira river and visited the Dubai Museum