Why My Husband (Still) Owes Me a Trip To Vietnam

Why My Husband (Still) Owes Me a Trip To Vietnam

Typical. Just when you think you’ve bitten the bullet and set off on a solo-adventure to “find” yourself, you end up meeting some handsome German guy who sweeps you off your feet. I spent years looking for that guy in a bar only to have him encroach on designated, uninterrupted “me” time. On the whole, having a dashing foreigner pick me up over a bucket of booze at the full-moon party wasn’t all that bad, but to this day, I can’t watch “Good Morning Vietnam” (pause for a moment of reverence in memory of the late and great Robin Williams) without clenching my teeth and raising a shaky fist in the air with feigned annoyance. Here’s why.

The Happy (solo) Traveler

It all started in Bangkok. I had been traveling for a few weeks by that time, working my way up from Singapore and passing through Malaysia via Malacca, Langkawi, Penang and Kuala Lampur and avoiding tourists like the plague. I had set out alone, created a map of where exactly I wanted to go and what I wanted to see, and was determined to stick to my guns. I rose with the sun and returned around dusk when it became less than ideal for me to wander around solo. Now, don’t get me wrong, I met some fabulous people along the way who were great for dining after dusk (hats off to Julia and Patricia, two of my favourite Germans of all-time); sharing a gondola ride up Penang hill (because 3 white people being stared at is way less awkward);or embarking on a chaotic adventure involving waterfalls, a crazy Russian, a couple of newlyweds and an island with no taxis. But honestly, on the whole, I absolutely loved the parts of my trip where I just wandered around alone for what seemed like hours, stopping to grab sugar cane juice in a bag from this hole in the wall or some pineapple tarts from that little bakery just around the corner. I was on a mission to take charge of my own life, making my own plans and doing so well, until… he came along. Continue reading “Why My Husband (Still) Owes Me a Trip To Vietnam”

Thailand Chronicles 2008: Full Moon Party, Ko Pha Ngan

Thailand Chronicles 2008: Full Moon Party, Ko Pha Ngan

Welcome back! The adventures that started in Bangkok continue onward to the famous Full Moon Party in Ko Pha Ngan and began a what is possibly the best chapter of my travels, and dare I say… my life? Read on to find out why!

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Thailand Chronicles 2008: Welcome to Bangkok

Thailand Chronicles 2008: Welcome to Bangkok

In 2008, I had the great fortune of arriving in Bangkok, after an amazing few weeks spent exploring Singapore, Malaysia (Malacca, Panang and Kuala Lumpur). After a long (but wicked fun) overnight train from Penang (Malaysia), I finally arrived in Bangkok. Humming One Night in Bangkok by Murray Head as I pulled into the original sin-city, I was eager to see just where my feet would take me. As it turned out, they took me on a trip that would change my life forever.

“One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster…

The bars are temples but the pearls ain’t free…

Thailand, 2008:

Let me just say one thing: I am in big big big trouble. I love Mango Sticky Rice! Oh and Pad Thai, and spring rolls and and and. Thank goodness the amount of clothes for sale are equal to, or outnumber the types of yummy food that line the crowded streets of Bangkok. I’m sure I’m already a plus size in Asian, post-Bangkok I may have to get all my clothes tailored!

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