You know what I hate? Litter. I know I’m going out on a limb here, going against the grain and writing a groundbreaking blog, but man, litter sucks. Just got back from Beijing, which is a fantastic city. Very modern, interesting sights, great food, easy transportation and a wonderful layer of thick smog. The trip was indeed kickass and the smog was tolerable (disappears after a good rain), but the litter at the tourist sites was honestly staggering and troubling.
Imagine a beach that comes straight out of a postcard. Picture the towering coconut trees, the warm breeze, the tranquil emerald waters calmly rolling in on powdery white sands. Sounds amazing, does it not? Now imagine that it’s reasonably priced. This dream is not fiction; I’m scribing about Perhentian Islands.
It was recently ‘jeh’ week in Thailand. Jeh food – ahaan jeh – means ‘vegetarian food’ and jeh week was due to some kind of Chinese event. The reason I know this is because all the vegetable-based foods I usually eat were moved to a special display at the other end of the supermarket, up-priced and rebranded with a giant red and yellow Chinese-style sticker saying “JEH”.
Being a Sydney boy, all of my earliest clubbing experiences took place in Australia’s party capital. Sydney is a city that loves a party (although it stops to recover on Monday/Tuesday nights when it’s a ghost town after dark) and while the coolest, underground clubs come and go there are some mainstays which all visitors should check out.
While steadily gaining acceptance from liberal-minded individuals and couples worldwide, an act of PDA, or Public Display of Affection, for most Asians is a concept still considered to be of such bad taste it’s basically a taboo.
Monsters, aliens and the supernatural. And what pray-tell does this have to do with travel? Well, if you’re on a cruise-ship and it gets taken down by a kraken or your leisurely trip down the Caribbean causes you disappear over the Bermuda triangle, you’re going to see why this blog is particularly bloody relevant won’t you?! I don’t know about you, but I’m quite sure that I will eventually be beat up by a Sasquatch or abducted and probed by some little green man just because I decided to take a trip ‘somewhere interesting’.
Eating in a really high restaurant will never get old for me. In Bangkok, there are two main open-air high-rise restaurants: The Dome at State Tower and Vertigo at The Banyan Tree. (There’s also Red Sky at the Centara Grand but more on that next time). Of these two there is no clear ‘winner’, they’re both beyond amazing and should please most mortals.
The island of Phuket is famous for its beaches and bars but the club scene is also worth checking out. Patong is where almost all the late night action occurs but even if you’re staying at Kata, Karon or one of the other stunning beaches it’s easy to hail a tuk-tuk and get your boogie on.
Lots of people ask me what’s the appropriate thing to wear to a wedding, so here’s a breakdown for you….