Category: Travel

I once found myself on a plane to Bali, clutching a brochure that promised enlightenment through yoga and freshly squeezed green juice. The glossy images lied. I was lured by the promise…

I once found myself in the charming chaos of Rome, armed with nothing but a phrasebook and a lot of misplaced confidence. I thought I was asking for directions to the Colosseum….

I once found myself in a sun-soaked corner of Greece, blissfully ignorant of the chaos that lay ahead. My travel insurance? A crumpled piece of paper at the bottom of my backpack,…

I once found myself sprinting through an airport, one shoe missing, a toddler under one arm like a squirming football, and a baby strapped to my chest like some kind of human…

I once found myself sipping on a lukewarm glass of champagne in a first-class lounge, feeling like a fraud in my discount suit. There I was, trying to blend in with the…

I remember my first foray into the world of cultural festivals. Armed with nothing more than a dog-eared guidebook and the naive enthusiasm of a tourist, I thought I was ready to…

Ever tried organizing a group trip? It’s like trying to get a dozen cats into a suitcase. I still remember the first time I volunteered for the job—bright-eyed and hopelessly naive. There…

Ever been lost in a foreign city with nothing but a dead phone and the vague memory of a map you glanced at once? Yeah, that was me in Tokyo. No amount…

I once found myself on a train, wedged between a window smeared with fingerprints and a chatty seatmate who seemed to think I was their long-lost therapist. As the train trundled through…

I remember this one time I decided to escape my four walls by embracing a city break. Big mistake. I found myself trapped in a whirlwind of overpriced street food and tourist…