My trip to France was split into two parts – one was a few days in Paris at the beginning and one day at the end, and in the middle was my trip to Cote d’Azur. If you’ve seen my older posts before, you will know that I’ve been to Paris once… although it was just for a two day weekend trying to cramp all the tourist attractions possible. So if you’re looking for more info on Eiffel Tower, Sacred Coeur, the Louvre, Arc de Triomphe, the love lock bridge etc., I suggest you read my post C’est Paris!. The purpose of my visit for Paris this time around is to act a little less touristy. Continue reading Shop, Shop, Shop in Paris
My first impression of Bali – I’m in a taxi (taksi) and there’s another taxi with no driver blocking our path. My driver gets out and single handedly pushes the car away.
This is going to be an interesting place.
Within 10 minutes, I knew I was going to come back here – I had a good feeling about this place. Twice have I ever felt this feeling – once in Las Vegas, then here. And both times I’ve been extremely mesmerized.
While on the taxi ride to our villa, Bali reminded me of Cambodia a little bit, but a much more developed version of Cambodia. You can also tell there were tourists left and right. In fact, there was traffic even at 9:30pm – 10:00pm ish on a Thursday. Even Hong Kong and Los Angeles doesn’t have this type of traffic at these time intervals.
In a way, it also reminded me of Phuket. All the villas and stuff… but there were much nicer stores everywhere. It felt much more urban and international. You keep coming across Japanese and Chinese restaurants and the roads are very nice and not bumpy at all, very smooth (unlike Johannesburg and Cambodia). Continue reading Amazing Bali
A short excerpt from Jan. 4, 2014 while on the train to Paris, “It’s Saturday 9am. I’ve only slept a little over 2 hours at the moment. It seems that the taste of beer hasn’t completely left my stomach yet. Neither my stomach nor my head seem to be friends with me right now. I am dehydrated. Instead of sleeping and waking up early to catch the 6:18am train to Paris, my friends and I decided it would be better off to party our asses off. We initially tried Ministry of Sound at first. Yes the legend, the place where all EDM was created and played and the record label that produces many many super DJs. To our disappointment, the place was closed. It was cause Christmas and New Year apparently was an extended holiday in London, more like a 2 week vacation than a 2 day vacation. No problem. This time we decided to check out Funky Buddha. It was a risk – we were wearing tourist clothes; well I was. White pants with stain. A fur jacket which was layered with another twin jacket, a mullet, and white shoes, the killer of going to a classy club. Anyway we tried going in and boom there we are, we managed to get into the ‘Sugar’ (old HK club) of London. BURP. There’s another weird taste lingering in my mouth. That’s the taste of the salted roast beef we had walking back to (my friend’s) place pretty much passing Brick Lane and all the sketchy places there was but that salty roast beef was amazingly good.”
Arriving in Paris, I clearly wasn’t in my best state. Neither did I have any time to recover as I had a short two day weekend before my trip back to London. So within this short span, I was determined to visit all the touristy locations in Paris. This included little sleep and well organized planning. Continue reading C’est Paris!
Geneva is a rather peaceful, quiet city for both the common tourists and locals. Everything is very calm, it’s got an extremely low crime rate, everything is in order, and it just seems very serene to me. Too serene in fact. Sure, visiting here is OK for me, but I definitely cannot live here (otherwise I would be too bored. I’m more of a big busy city person). Continue reading Geneva Breaks My Wallet