Why Are We Travelling

There is no simple answer. It's a culmination of many things but it really can be summed up in our title, Let Go, Let's Go. We are letting go of our daily life, of who we are at home, and just going. No plan, no itinerary, it’s a lets see where life takes us, kind of journey.   People always ask us why we are doing this. Like there is something slightly wrong with us. Are we searching for something more? Not sure. No mid-life crisis, no life-changing event, so there was no catalyst there. Are we running away? Probably not. We...

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....

The Scooter Diaries

I have a love-hate relationship with scooters. I had never had any interest in riding a motorcycle back home, as a driver or  passenger. I didn't get the thrill and wasn't keen on being flattened like a pancake. This is the story of our adventure with motorbikes, featuring international destinations, action, self-doubt and more. A truly coming of age type of story...

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...

Feeding the Fishes: Scuba in Koh Tao

I had heard rumblings of how it was cheaper in Thailand to do your scuba license, particularly in Koh Tao. But I figured it would be relatively the same in the other islands of Thailand. We didn’t have many days left on our visa and I didn’t want to rush from one island to another JUST to scuba. So while in Koh Lanta island I looked up how much the 4 day open water scuba course would cost. A whopping $200 CAD cheaper in Koh Tao WITH 3 nights of accommodation included. It was a no brainer. So with 6...

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. ...

Istanbul is full of surprises

To be honest, I am wildly naïve and ignorant about this part of the world. The closest thing I have experienced to a Muslim country is our short and slightly cushy trip to Morocco a few years back. It was a culture shock then, and I was bracing myself for it here. I was waiting for the city to overwhelm me, to overtake the senses and make me want to crawl into a ball with my eyes closed and my hands over my ears. Like I said, I was ignorant. With my mind full of media stories and warnings from friends,...

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...

144 + 24 hours in Aveiro

144 doesn't sound like a lot, but most tourists barely spend even 24 hours here. Aveiro is dubbed the "Venice of Portugal" but after spending some time here, we think Aveiro is its own city with its own character and personality. Imagine if it was your city was only known to the world as a reference to another city, i.e., Toronto is the New York of Canada. Ouch. Six days in Aveiro sounds like a lot. And it is. Even our Airbnb host recommended only 1 or 2 days when we asked. And we didn't have a car. We booked the...