“Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family.” ~ Anthony BrandtIt ended sooner than expected. Then again, who’s really counting the days? Not us (but that counter on my sidebar is). And I bet my stenchy goat leather wallet from Morocco that you guys aren’t counting either. You most definitely…
Author: Gay Mitra
The Three Sisters, Blue Mountains, Australia: Pre-Birthday Hiking Shindig
I’ve lost that adventure feeling on a multitude of occasions during our round-the-world trip. It mostly occurred when we’re shacked somewhere for a significant period of time. Especially in the course of winter. Such is the case whilst we were couchsurfing (or make that bedsurfing) in my mum-in-law’s Sydney home. The hubby’s visa application for…
Huaca Pucllana, Lima, Peru: The Ruins And A Red Balloon
Photo Essay: National Museum of Anthropology (Museo Nacional de Antropología), Mexico City
If your adrenaline junkie soul reckons museum ambling is a bore, this one might spark your interest for it could literally keep you on your toes. Spread across an area of more than seven hectares, with multiple exhibition halls, National Museum of Anthropology could easily burn your whole day. But if you intend to do…
Couchsurfing For Families: As Awesome As It Gets
This seriously made my eyes well up. Couchsurfing.org’s latest video (view previous videos here) focuses on a rarer breed of couchsurfers: The couchsurfing families. I drowned in the abyss of mushiness after listening to the sentiments of our spiritual comrades. Today, I shall let them do the talking for me. Watch to find out how…
Cabo Frio, Brazil Holidays: That Thong-Tho-Thong
I briefly caught a glimpse of Christ The Redeemer, action figure sized, atop Corcovado mountain as our cab (which we snagged from the airport) careened through Brazil’s hectic streets. Hubby and I sat quietly, baffled, still wondering how we got business class seats instead of the usual economy on our Lima-Rio De Janeiro flight. We…
The Evolution Of A Pinay Travel Junkie
Marriott Santa Clara Means Business
Our hired car finally parked to rest after hours of driving from Los Angeles to Santa Clara (with an unexpected sightseeing detour that involved spying on lazing seals on the beach). I hopped off the car to stretch my weary bones. Luna had been whinging most of the ride, and I was totally drained from…
Madurai, India: Thirumalai Nayak Palace
“Kling kling dance! Kling kling dance!”, an elderly Indian woman raised her hand brimming with silver jewelry into our sightline, referring to the anklets with bell charms that she was selling – a common (if not compulsory) ladies’ accessory in India. I muffled my chuckle with a sarong and motioned for her to come closer….
El Zaguan B&B, Lima, Peru
We scanned the white boards hovering above a mosh pit of cab drivers and hotel representatives just outside the arrivals of Aeropuerto Internacional Jorge Chávez. Ours was held by a man named Javier. A hundred percent Peruvian, Jacki Chan lookalike, Mr. Congeniality. He ushered us to his taxi after paying for the parking ticket. As…