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Hoi An – Poetry Without Words
Hoi An. Vietnam’s very own laid back beach paradise. Caught between an ever emerald expanse of rice fields, lush countryside and white sandy beaches—with water that never seems to cool to anything less than hot tub temperature—perhaps you can start to see why out of all the places in SouthRead More
A Trek Through Time … A Great Wall Hiking Adventure
The sheer scale of the crumbling 14th Century walkway on which I stood, overlooking the rugged valleys below in the distance, made me contemplate what must have motivated the First Ming Dynasty Hongwu Emperor to build it. He had risen as high as this wall, in just as short aRead More
Delhi’s Dilli Haat – A Gem In The Artisan’s Crown
Delhi. The buzzing, vibrant capital city in India’s North. A metropolis of the modern on one side and the epitome of old on the other. While the number of travellers that grace India during the year are in the millions, many, be it because of business, time, or otherwise, neverRead More
World Storytelling Day
Today so many of the people who travel write a blog. Over the last four years of traveling the world, I have noticed a growing trend in the emerging stories of those that travel. The story is actually missing. I am not saying that there isn’t a market or aRead More
Moscow’s Hidden Stories
We skidded our way across the ice to the base of the towering sombre statues of Cyril and Methodius, the founding fathers of the Russian Cyrillic Alphabet. It was here at their stone feet that our free tour of Moscow was about to commence. Every place we go carries withRead More
Journey to the Living Descendants of the Incas – Part 2
The 1983 Pickup truck rumbled up the winding, foggy Peruvian roads. Inside, my brains swished from left to right, in time with the violent jerking bumps that were part of our journey. Mum, Dad, and Lalika joined me in the elaborately choreographed dance routine of smashing into the truck’s sidesRead More
1000 Székely Girls… A Rite of Passage
The sun reflected it’s strong light from the cupola stage, blinding me momentarily as I stood in Csiksomlyó’s famous “Saddle,” overlooking the city of Csikszereda below. All around me streaked bright flashes of red, black, white and green converging in a harmony of young women and girls dressed in theirRead More
