All posts tagged: Travel

China Town | Penang Edition

[ So I’m still sifting through and uploading ] Oh China Town. If there’s one, you can bet I’ll be there. I’m obsessed with all things Chinese. To this day I wouldn’t be able to pinpoint why I love China. I just do. China Town The little things always catch my eye. This may just be the coolest bike shop ever. Penang is littered with historical Chinese temples. Up close, they’re just as impressive. I couldn’t make this in a million years. It’s so beautiful. The smell of incense is everywhere. Most people might not find this newsworthy, but hand made pots aren’t something I encounter everyday. Gone are the lavenders and the hollyhocks, not even a primrose in sight. Instead I see Calendulas, asters and water lilies. This is a homage for the owner’s mother. Love lives! Advertisements

Once upon a time in little China | A trip to China House, Penang

China House  | 153, Lebuh Pantai, Georgetown, 10300 Georgetown, Pulau Pinang, Malaysia Contact  | China House Price  | Tea and cake will set you back around 30 MYR I sat at the cafe side. I’m sure that by now, everyone is sick of me talking about tea. But, as any tea obsessed person will know, it is a lifestyle. I’ve gone nearly two decades in this vein, and it doesn’t look like I’m going back now. While the rest of the world has disloyally moves on to cocktails, mocktails and the likes, us tea-folk (that’s my new name for those in the fold), are still at the lunch table sampling all the dried and preserved goodness that nature has to offer. Am I the only one that misses dinner ladies at school? I went to China House. Now, that’s a sign! I really didn’t know what to make of it. A famous landmark on the George Town scene, it borders on blasphemy to  leave without paying a visit to this eclectic home of cakes, coffee, art and music. I …

What about Bautzen? | Exploring the heartland of Sorbic Culture

When to comes to Central Europe, my ignorance is shocking. So I went to Bautzen. The view from The Reichenturm This charming little town, with it’s cobblestone roads and spellbinding courtyards, is known as the cultural heartland of the Sorbic people. Sorbs are Slavic people of Central Europe. I have heard about them in Dresden (which also has signs in German and Sorbic), but unfortunately all I know of them is that they speak a language quite similar to Polish and Czech. Located on the Spree river, this quaint hill-top town has an impressive, well preserved medieval town centre. The farmer’s market was out in full force on my visit. But I was sorely disappointed to have not bumped into anyone wearing chain mail. All jokes aside, I really do believe that East Germany has an abundance of culture and history, beyond that of the GDR and the Cold Waresque architecture. Bautzen is proof. The cobblestones reeked havoc on my heels. Most people know Bautzen because of its delectable mustard. A quick trip, and some much needed tasting showed me exactly why …

Thank the Lord for… Coats

Who knew I could miss wool so much? Living in Thailand has its upsides, but that comfortable snug feeling of a woolen coat… isn’t one of them. Even though the weather’s looking up here in Berlin, I’m milking this look for all it’s worth. ^^ Sans coat. Wool Coat: Vintage. Cardigan: Zara. Jeans: H&M. Boots: Timbaland@Asos. Vest/Top: Zara (old).  We spent the afternoon walking around some of Berlin’s many parks, stopping for the not-so-occasional Bellini.

Homecoming | What happens when you finally return…

It was the books. Children, at all cost, should be kept away from books. My formative years were spent cutting out ‘plans’ from the likes of Conde Nast’s Traveller and imagining all sorts of mischief I could get up to in those far away unpronounceable lands. I whiled away time reading the likes of The Swiss Family Robinson and just hoping that with some sheer stroke of luck, I too could be marooned on a far off island – but of course with the ability to snap my finger and magic myself  some home comforts, like hot cocoa, more books and a nice warm bath. I have always lived a life looking out. My surroundings, where my unconventional tastes and sensibilities made me both a target and pariah, definitely contributed to the need to escape. There’s really no need to delve into the particulars of it all, because I’m still personally making sense of it all. What was at least certain was that I have always wanted to be free. But from what? I wouldn’t dare call myself an escapist – But aren’t …

“Brave is as brave does” | How to build up the confidence to travel alone in 3 easy steps

“Brave is as brave does”  This is me in 2011. I had just left my friends and (then) boyfriend, in Thailand, and moved to Shanghai. It was to be the adventure to end all adventures, and… I was traveling completely alone. When I tell people, that I often take holidays alone, I always get a look. It’s usually an undisguised look of astonishment, mingled with a hint of judgement. Then the questions come. Sometimes they are brazen enough to just simply ask, “why?” But more often than not, I am asked, “are you single?” I don’t believe it is something entirely to do with my gender, because I’ve even had men telling me that they’d be afraid to do it. But why not? Why can’t some people, just get on a plane, and travel to far-flung places, without the need for a chaperon? When we think of that solo intrepid traveler, we usually think of: flowing tie dye, with dreadlocks, that can sometimes can be seen with a tambourine or two; jamming with the locals on the …

Bangkok Discoveries #3: Rasayana Raw Food Cafe

I’m baack. Back to Bangkok. What a journey! Japan has just effortlessly made its way to the top of my list. It is my new heaven on earth.  We all dream of escaping to some beach side retreat, but even beaches can get boring. Trust me on this one, spending much needed ‘me’ time can quickly turn into hell on earth; once your kindle decides to give up the ghost and abandon you mid chapter. What happens when you crave the company of others? What happens when you want to experience unsullied and pristine nature, but at the same time still be connected to society? What happens when you get sick of being gawked at by everyone, and just want to perform simple tasks without the staring, the inane giggling and shouting? That’s right. You go to Japan. This isn’t a jab at Thailand, and I’m not going to get all political, but the two weeks I just spent in Japan has showed me just much I put up with here in Thailand. It has showed me …