Story here written by my friend, Geno, who currently lives and work for a humanitarian organization in Africa. Halong Bay is also my favourite spot, I love it so much. Read Geno’s other stories on Southeast Asia in his blog.
I’m out at sea, in a very unique vessel. This wooden boat, seems to be a cross between a houseboat and a Chinese junk. But there is no clear view of the ocean horizon. Our boat is dwarfed by massive karst pillar formations, which thrust up out of the ocean. They resemble slumping stone giants, rising up from the watery depths. There are few places on the seven seas with views like this. If I weren’t in Asia, I would think that this could be a vision out of Greek mythology.
I’m off the coast of northern Vietnam, in the gorgeously scenic Halong Bay. Read more
Date a boy who travels would get you more than a series of sit-in dates in fancy restaurants. Your dates will involve exploring the city, savouring the evening air, and tasting one of the cheapest foods in the bank of Code River.
A boy who does not mind sitting hours in a wrecked bus to Tangkahan, North Sumatra, a boy who prefers taking you to exploring the woods rather than sitting two-hours in the movie – he will spend the last one hour snoring!
He will enjoy the hours of waiting the boat in Bangsal taking tons of pictures, rather than booking a convenient boat to go to Gili T in Lombok.
Marry a man who treasures new experiences over a steady lifestyle. He will not bore you with the details of his day-to-day jobs after hours, but a discussion over where Diego Bunuel (or Charlie Boorman) is heading aired on NatGeo Adventure instead.
The story here is written by my friend Geno who has been living and working in many countries around the globe. Check his blog for more interesting stories.
I’m seated on the floor of a small wooden boat, slowly being paddled through a remote narrow canal. I’m surrounded by jungle. Tall trees and palm branches lean towards me like outstretched arms, reaching high over the waterway. In parts foliage is so thick above me, that it blocks out the sun.
Around the boat, there is no sign of civilization. In some places the canal narrows to as little as six feet wide. To the sides, there’s no riverbank to speak of, only a continuous tangle of tree roots. I watch as mudskippers jump from the roots into the shallow waters. There is little sound; only the continuous rhythm of a simple wooden paddle, as it dips forward and back through the dark waters beneath. Continue reading
Hari Jumat, 30 Nopember 2012, menjadi hari spesial bagi kami, backpackology.me, karena istri saya sekaligus kontributor utama, Olenka Priyadarsani, memiliki kesempatan menjadi konsultan travelling untuk Phuket, Vietnam, dan Jepang, ditambah tips travelling bersama anak. Ya, acara ini diadakan sebagai ajang promosi dan penjualan buku-buku wisata terbitan Elex Media selaku anak perusahaan dari Kompas Gramedia. Karena ini merupakan acara pertama dan bisa dibilang sebagai uji coba, acara ini diadakan di kantor pusat Kompas Gramedia di Jalan Palmerah.
The colonial clock tower of Ben Thanh market is the unofficial icon of old Saigon. Since Vietnam has returned to capitalism, a landmark from a buzzing market makes a fitting symbol. Like Asia itself, the market is overcrowded, and anxious for money from foreigners.
Unlike air conditioned American markets, the inside is filled with tropical heat. Crowds weave between hundreds of small stalls, with vendors selling just about anything. There are silk clothes, cosmetics, souvenirs, spices, exotic fruits, live seafood, and snake wine. That’s right, wine made from snakes, complete with a dead cobra still inside the bottle. The wine, and most other goods sold here, are still made by hand. Since this is the heart of the business district, and close to tourist sites, it’s one of the more expensive markets in town. Eager foreigners who visit still find prices cheaper than back home, so they think they’re getting bargains. But there are better markets in the city, with more interesting merchandise. Continue reading
An Indonesian family backpacker, been to 25+ countries as a family. Yogyakarta native, now living in Crawley, UK. Author of several traveling books and travelogue. Owner of OmahSelo Family Guest House Jogja. Strongly support family traveling with kids.