When travelling most people choose to hop a flight to their next destination. This allows them to see more sights in a shorter amount of time and to squeeze more destinations into their itinerary. Sometimes, after too long on the popular tourist route, I prefer to slow down and to take my time. To interact with the local people, to see out of the way places and unspoiled countryside.
When travelling to Malaysia, one normally doesn’t think of tea plantations and mountain chalets. But when visiting the Cameron Highlands in the country’s interior, that is exactly what you will find. A former hill station for English settlers to escape the unbearable heat of Kuala Lumpur, this charming area is a must stop on anyone’s [...]
Our climb will be lasting for two days and within the first 5 minutes; I am already exhausted. My small daypack weighs heavy on my back as porters whiz by carrying giant barrels and cumbersome loads to supply the rest house, Laban Rata at 3500 metres. It makes me appreciate the high cost of bottled water. The walk up the steep grade and high steps is a struggle, but the views make it all worthwile. Rolling mountains of dense jungle under a vibrant blue sky dotted with fluffly white clouds.
These devoted people have a Priest drive spikes through their cheeks and tongues or insert hooks into their backs and chests on which they hang various fruit or milk pots to add to the discomfort.
We drove non stop from the border to downtown Saigon. A city etched in my brain from all of the war films that I watched as a kid. This is a place that I never dreamed that I would be visiting and here I am, standing right in the centre of it. Women whiz by on their mopeds, dressed in white from head to toe. White gloves, white hat, flowing white silk suits and a white mask to block out exhaust pollution. Motorbikes span the streets in thick packs making crossing feel like a game of Frogger.
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