Where is the road calling you?
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A heart-warming memory from August 2012
Sri Lanka had already surprised us in the greatest of ways. I’d eaten enough of the local cuisine to be rolled out of the door on multiple occasions, and the people we encountered seemed destined to create ever lasting memories of the love and kindness exploding from the country. We could think of no better way to reach Ella than riding in a second class train through the mountainous region surrounding us. […]
No longer chilled from July of 2012
Few adventures were anticipated as much as our tour through the salt flats in Bolivia outside of the town of Uyuni. With a tip at our previous stop in Sucre, we had already determined our next guesthouse. In a town frequented by travelers looking to explore, it didn’t take much to find tour operators willing to accommodate our expedition. […]
As our bus crept into the station in the heart of Yangon and we were once again entering the chaos which had become so foreign to us in recent weeks, I found it impossible to wrap my mind around the idea of us leaving Myanmar so soon. Perhaps just as surreal, we had left the peaceful countryside peppered with the most primitive of villages for a massive concrete jungle. […]
Some might call us crazy, opting to take a ten hour overnight bus from Inle Lake to the bustling city of Yangon only to hop on another six hour bus ride to the rural town of Hpa’an. Granted, sixteen hours of bus travel, not to mention wait time before each ride, seemed less than appealing to us while making the decision to pass through Yangon momentarily since we would have to return at a later date to catch our flight back to Bangkok. […]
I considered asking Jessie to twist my nipple, or at the very least pinch me to ensure I wasn’t dreaming. For years I had looked forward to the day we would visit the world famous temples of Bagan, pining for the opportunity to witness what so many others had been privy to. At last, our own time had finally come. I was fully aware of the potential for being surrounding by hordes of tourists, […]
The time had come for us to embark on our first overnight bus in Myanmar after carefully choosing which company seemed most suitable for the journey. Our past experiences dealing with ticket vendors urged us to exercise caution and be hesitant in believing we could actually be dropped off in the town of Nyaung Shwe having heard nothing but the exact opposite from various other travelers. […]
When I was younger and a little but dumber, waking up on the floor usually meant I had consumed enough alcohol to last me for an entire week. The morning I woke to the final day of our three day trek however, there was no hangover or bass drums pounding in my head. Instead, roosters signaled bright and early it was time to start the day. […]
Our building anticipation and excitement nearly prevented us from sleeping our first night in Kyaukme. It didn’t matter to us we had no idea where exactly we were headed, how long we were trekking each day, how far we were driving on the motorbike or which villages we were sleeping in. We couldn’t ignore the perfection of our timing to join him or the intensity of attraction we felt convincing us to make an atypical brash decision to venture into the unknown with little preparation. […]
For the first time in years we had re-discovered a feeling that had almost become embarrassingly foreign to us given our passion for travel. We would be entering a country we had never before visited with only the photos and stories of others to provide us with our own fantasy of what Myanmar held in store for us. The excitement building within me began to spread through my body after making our way through security and into the main lobby of the airport. […]
The moment had finally come when the sun appeared, the clouds began to dissipate, and sensitive extremities on our bodies could finally return to their fully relaxed position. Our rapidly missed hippie pants and tank tops had re-emerged along with flip flops replacing our unfashionable hiking shoes. We could scarcely contain our excitement to rent our first motorbike of the trip. […]
Following a short stint in Bangkok, we once again boarded the all too familiar train headed for Chiang Mai at ten o’clock in the evening. With sleeping berths ready to accommodate our heavy eye lids and dra
gging asses courtesy of the humid heat throughout the day, we secured our big packs to the luggage racks as we’d done so often before and hunkered down for the night. […]
Admiration from August 2011
Never had I associated the word “cold” with any island in Southeast Asia, especially Indonesia where the climate seemed capable of stripping every last ounce of water weight from my body. However, we had found one of the few places capable of forcing me to utilize every article of clothing I could stuff in my backpack. We woke in our simple room at a guesthouse in the town of Probolinggo on Java at one thirty in the morning, […]
Still feeling the adrenaline from June 2012
“Wow!” It was the only word worthy of expressing my first view of Huacachina, a quick fifteen minute ride from the small city of Ica. Our taxi arrived at the desert oasis nestled between the monstrous sand dunes and dropped us in town. Every available accommodation lied within walking distance of our arrival, […]
A life changing experience from October 2012
Wisely we had booked our 24 hour train ride in the A/C sleeping section of the train, avoiding the chaos rumored to accompany the less expensive options available to us. We arrived at the train station in town and found the free shuttle providing transportation to the famous Golden Temple, said to rival the beauty of the Taj Mahal. […]