I think deep down transportation has always been my favourite aspect of travelling. My earliest travel memories are of the looming noses of planes, little windows with atmospheric wonders, cars — a constant from home — rumbling along through alien landscapes and subway trains being spit out of tunnels. When I think of Bangkok, motorcycle taxies — the little worker-ants of the city — often surface in my memories. However, after exploring the National Museum of Royal Barges my imagination has been chewing on thoughts of parading down the rivers surrounded by the golden boats of the kingdom. Continue reading “National Museum of Royal Barges: Bangkok, Thailand”
She watches intently as the sun begins to slip behind the hills, leaving a rainbow in its wake. The clouds greet the colours and joyfully flaunt them in a fashion runway march. A willing designer, the sun throws streaks and patterns across the sky. Continue reading “Otres Beach, Sihanoukville, Cambodia”
Yesterday the leafy ceiling of the forest overshadowing the Erawan Falls had kept me deliciously cool. The trundling river slipping by had assisted a soothing breeze of fresh, moist air.
Now my foot lunged to the next ledge—springing up with the explosive effort of an athlete attempting to clear the lofty pole in an Olympic high-jump event.