Category: Travel

I once embarked on one of those supposedly idyllic coastal drives with the expectation of finding serenity. Spoiler alert: it was anything but. The brochure promised endless horizons and the kind of…

I remember the first time I got suckered into one of those ‘world’s best hiking destinations’ lists. The photos promised a serene trail through lush forests, but reality delivered a muddy slog…

Every time I set foot in a new corner of the world—whether the highlands of Patagonia or a night market in Osaka—I’m reminded how quickly the digital landscape can feel as tangled…

I’ve spent more hours than I care to admit in airports, and let me tell you, they’re the ultimate test of one’s sanity. Picture this: I’m rushing through security, shoes untied, laptop…

I still remember the countless nights I spent tossing and turning on a plane, desperate to catch some Z’s. The myth that how to sleep on a plane is all about finding…

I’ve always thought of planning long-term travel as something akin to assembling a piece of IKEA furniture without instructions—frustrating, chaotic, and inevitably doomed to leave you questioning your life choices. My first…

I once found myself in a cavernous museum in Paris, surrounded by tourists clutching audio guides like lifelines. Everyone was nodding solemnly at some abstract sculpture—probably worth more than my apartment—while I…

I once found myself in a so-called eco-lodge that proudly advertised its commitment to sustainability. You know the type—bamboo everything, solar panels precariously balanced on the roof, and a composting toilet that…

I once found myself in the heart of Paris, clutching a map so riddled with advertisements it barely had room for the actual streets. There I was, another pawn in the game…

I remember the first time I decided to travel solo. It was a mix of excitement and sheer terror—like throwing myself into the deep end of a pool without really knowing if…