Ha Giang, Kilometer 50

After renting motorbikes to checkout some waterfalls in Sa Pa, it stared to rain. Wait, let me clarify, more like a torrential downpour. We had walked back to our cozy guesthouse thinking how much we disliked Sa Pa and where should we be instead. We had met a few people mentioning a really awesome bike route but we never really clued in - even while we were in Bangkok, I've scribbled some words on my phone from a guy that mentioned a memorable drive which he'd do again in a heartbeat.  That evening Betty, our awesome American friend, had shared her...

Who am I? Who I am.

Identity Crisis Manila. It was once my home for 9.5 years of my life which I have some memory of but on the other hand, i had been away for 25 years that I definitely consider myself a foreigner. On the flight there, we received the usual declaration forms and I found myself stuttering to write "Filipino" or "Canadian." Me: Err. Duh, Mike your passport is Canadian so, you're Canadian Me: But it also says I'm born in Manila.   [caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="342"] Copyright © Paramount Pictures[/caption] Normally, its automatic for me to fill out "Canadian" whenever I see the Nationality part of any  form....

6 Months

Halfway through and have no plans on stopping ...

A Photographer’s Guide to Angkor Wat

I'm sure many blogs out there would tell you their "Ultimate Guide to Angkor Wat" only after spending no more than a few days in Siem Reap. We spent about 6 days in the city with a 3 day ticket for Angkor Wat. Let me start by saying there is no ultimate way to tackle this place. Angkor Wat is HUGE....

Hello Sir, Massage?

Two girls (I forget their names), Lauren, Vicki and I had just finished dinner and were looking into getting some drinks to chill and hangout.  Lauren and Vicki were already pretty good for drinking after the previous night's debauchery and I went along with the girls anyway because  I suffer from serious FOMO (fear of missing out).  As the night progressed, I realized that I didn’t have the same recovery time as I used to so I decided to leave the girls so they can do their thing. Wandering Pub street alone as a guy can be interesting: you see the...

5 Months

Writing these posts makes us dread the fact that we have less and less time to see everything :( Still, an experience to remember!...

Battered & Bruised

I have very little to say after my traumatizing and painful experience. You never know real pain until you realize you're laughing and crying at the same time suffering from an extremely hard elbow to the groin. I've illustrated my experience to best describe my 60 min. of torture. ...

Prague, A city I wanted to love

After backpacking for the first time in Europe some years ago, I’ve met alot of travellers from Budapest coming and going to a few cities: Prague being one of them, and the other Split. Hearing their tales of gothic and medieval adventures, it had been on the list of places to visit. Vicki had pushed me to travel with a good friend, Manish, since we haven’t really travelled anywhere together. He had suggested that we visit Prague in between Munich.. Which I thought wasn’t too bad of an idea. Our train ride from Munich was tiring. The first few hours...

Dear Serbia…

I've had a great 7 days in your lovely country. I've been afraid of what I would encounter after my first time in Eastern Europe. Though the Balkan region is slightly different, I've unfairly merged them together. In the past, everyday was always a racial battle with the locals to a point that I've sworn I would never set foot in any country east of Germany. Now, I've grown up a bit more and understood that some cultures will always be that way but it was one thing to understand, it’s another to take action. This year of travel with my...

We Left Our Hearts in Porto.

[vc_row row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" text_align="left" css_animation=""][vc_column][vc_column_text]Porto. It's a great city with more character than Lisbon. Mainly because the city had survived the 1755 earthquake unlike Lisboa. The streets meander through narrow corridors, passing by many semi derelict (looking.. Maybe) houses with colourful tile facades. You can easily get lost in these alleys without worrying about your personal safety. On the quieter streets, you can smell home cooked meal and hear the sounds of plates clashing as the dining table is set. Away from the bustle in the Ribeira district, there's a calm in the city that is comforting.   8 days in...