TW: Sexual Assault Dear the person who approached me in HSQ earlier this week, Before I go into the details of our encounter, and the short string of words that oozed out of your mouth, I’d like to paint a picture of how my day was going right up until that point. I was walking…
May 23, 2016: Cát Tiên, Vietnam- “I’ll send you a postcard.”
A quick memory from the first day of my motorcycle adventure through Vietnam.
China: Yangshuo, Guangxi Province
Within an hour of arriving in Kunming I was sitting in the communal area of my hostel. Right when I pulled out my laptop to start planning the day “Ophelia” by The Lumineers came on the radio.
Crossing Borders: The 30 hour journey from China to Laos.
I’ve always been a sucker for long walks across the border, getting caught in the rain, and faulty car mechanics. This is my story about the Mohan-Boten border crossing.
Foshan, China: Constantly foreign and full of dimsum.
On the first night in my new apartment, I sat on my porch with my new roommate. I ran my hands through my frizzy, distressed travel hair and I said “How the heck did I end up in China.”
Greece: Thessaloniki, Meteora and Athens.
Catching Z’s in a hostel can definitely be a struggle especially when there’s a man playing the flute outside of your window.
Skopje, Macedonia: The City of Statues.
Imagine this: You’re walking through the main square of Skopje for the first time. You hear the footsteps of a dog to your left and as you look around you stumble upon your first statue.
Let’s Write About: Portugal.
Thinking about traveling? Is the anxiety of being alone stopping you? How do you feel about dinner with friends?
March 22, 2016- Central Java, Indonesia: The Celestial Yardbird.
“So I’m working on getting over my fear of heights. Today I wandered into an abandoned prayer house which was built after “a man received a vision from God to create a giant bird as a place of prayer” besides that there isn’t a lot of history behind this quirky prayer house, lost in the middle…
Kosovo: Pristina & Mitrovica
My Dad always said that you will find a lot of acquaintances in life, but you should consider yourself lucky if you can still count 5 true friends by age 50. I was in 4th grade when he first told me this. I remember looking down at my elementary hands and counting to 7….
