After just three days in Bali, I’ve come to a conclusion: I think I like it here! Shocking right? I mean, what’s not to like… it’s the tropics which means I get to wear a bikini and shorts all hours of the day, the food is delicious and spicy, the climate is hot and humid, the people are friendly, there
Read moreMost people I know despise airports. They would describe them as a complete pain in the ass, and understandably so- the torturous waiting in lines, the often times aggressive security staff that do such a remarkable job at making you feel like a potential terrorist that you actually start questioning it yourself, dealing with pushy crowds from all walks of
Read moreThe girl in the seat in front of me is wearing a flowered skirt and wreaks of puke on this Wednesday night. Radiohead is playing on my Pandora and is breathing new life into me. A man-child with a well-thought-out goatee is swaying in a pin-striped suit, gripping the Bart hand rails like he’s on a rollercoaster ride. A mid-week
Read moreIndians have a phrase that I heard often during my travels through India. It is “Sab kuch milega” which translates to “Everything is possible”. At first I found this phrase annoying, as shopkeepers and tour guides would shout it at me during intense stand-offs as I try to bargain down the price of “authentic” jewelry or secure a reclining seat
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We are both sprawled out in the soft sand, side by side on this weekday morning (Tuesday? Wednesday? We keep losing track). We are happily gazing into the ocean through our oversized sunglasses, watching the waves crash in and out, feeling the sun kiss our necks as it makes its morning appearance. We are sipping on our shakes, mine coconut
Read moreIt’s difficult to identify a more thrilling feeling than stepping off a plane in a country in which you don’t speak a word of the local language, and everything that lays before you is blank and unknown. Every step is a first step, and you are transformed into a curious, naive child again. As you navigate yourself through the airport,
Read moreIndia, where do I even start with you? I first want to tell you that I truly love you, even though you often overwhelm and frustrate me. I love your madness, your vibrant colors and disgusting smells, your blatant contradictions, your bleached purity, your holy cows that stubbornly block the middle of the road and refuse to budge even when
Read moreOn what I thought was to be my very last night with Tash and Lana in Goa, we enjoyed a stunning sunset at an old hippie bar called Curlie’s. As we were relaxing on some compfy cushions overlooking the Arabian sea, sipping beer and snacking on hummus and calamari, we decided to take turns telling our most memorable experiences together
Read moreWould you believe me if I told you I spent three days in the Thar Desert on the Western side of India, less than 10 km from the Pakistani border, riding a camel while high on opium and hash? Whether you believe it or not, this is my shameless story. This excursion was by far one of the most rugged,
Read moreI hopped off the plane in New Delhi with a bag full of warnings, tips, and precautions which were all swirling around my mind as I made my way through Immigration. Since it was my initial solo debut to this chaotic sub-continent, I decided to be extra safe and booked a pre-paid taxi from inside the airport. I then walked
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My Road, My Life 