From a cup of coffee with sunrise in the middle of the Flores Sea to a mug of strong espresso underneath Tibetan prayer flags looking on to the never-ending Himalayas, a coffee with a view is how it’s served best.
Trekking in the Himalayas was purchased as a Christmas present to myself in December; research began, routes were debated and numerous trekking companies were explored. In January, flight tickets were booked followed by a decision on route (circuit or sanctuary) and by February a deposit was paid for a guide from Three Sisters (female guides for female trekkers) and now there’s suddenly one day remaining until I fly to Kathmandu. My mind cannot believe it!
Day 6 was all about pan mee.
What’s that? I hear you say. Pan mee! Pan mee is a noodle dish which originates in Malaysia.
All I want to do is cross off as many Malaysian must eats as possible and this one sounds like a good’en.
At the pool my head’s buried inside two Lonely Planets, one Berlitz book and a couple of KL Timeout magazines searching for…
It was exciting to get to the weekend, nearly recovered from jet lag and raring to explore the city I could see from my balcony. But first, to the pool!
It’s such a treat to live somewhere with a pool AND one that’s…
Two things that really make me think of South-East Asia are incredible, mind blowing beaches and crazy/noisy/food filled streets.
In Kuala Lumpur I’m obviously not going to get the incredible beaches (I’m leaving that for the east coast islands of Malaysia, hoping to venture there after the rainy season ends) but I am definitely, 100% going to get crazy/noisy/food filled streets. And that’s what I got on…
At around 3am on day 3 I realised I couldn’t sleep, I’d been hit with jet lag. After an hour or so of Instagram, Twitter, Facebook stalking and the Guardian I dozed off until the sound of the sleeping teacher’s 6am alarm woke me up, again.
I dragged the duvet over my head and into the lounge to join the now awake teacher for his morning coffee/Whatsapp/news/BBC sport routine.
Later in the day I napped, a dangerous move when trying to adjust to a new time zone, the ridiculous humidity clearly adding to my dopiness. I forced myself to wake up by unpacking. The main ground rule was do not sit down…
Penghu, I miss you!
Penghu is Taiwan’s tropical paradise, just like the Philippines but fewer islands. To imagine it you must first take Taiwan’s beautiful Kenting, throw in a few more beaches, longer coastline, mix in the whitest of sands and then multiply that by 50 and you’ve just about got Penghu.
Don’t you hate it when work gets in the way? I’ve got about four half written blogs on my Dashboard, painfully waiting for completion but I haven’t visited my blog for so long they’re gathering dust. However, last week my inbox pinged with news of a comment on one of my rambling posts. A lovely comment from across the Atlantic drew my attention back to this dusty blog and I realised that despite my lack of posts it still gets a lot of views, 10,224 to be (very nearly) precise! In celebration of getting over the 10,000 mark I thought I’d share a beer or two with you.
The best thing about travelling has been seeing what everyone else eats, what do people queue for or reserve or slaves over the hob for? If they are doing all those things it means it’s good, possibly amazing. From tiny snails at a Taiwanese night market to the biggest steaks you could lay your eyes on in Argentina, I’ve been there to try it… more than once.
One of the reasons I absolutely love travelling is being able to sample the local cuisine. I was lucky enough to have an assortment of fantastic food experiences whilst I travelled South-East Asia (more on that in my Food Glorious FOOD section). Living in Taiwan for two years allowed me to taste lots of Taiwanese and Chinese food, as well as their take on Western staples. It was all fabulous (well 99% of it, Taiwanese Italian….no thanks) but all the food was interesting and definitely more delightful than painful.