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Bye bye Bangkok

12 May

My kingdom for a pink BKK taxi

The end: a last torture massage, stuffing myself with Thai favourites, a last dip in the pool (35°), a last walk through the Red Shirt war zone, a few more kg of cheap clothes before jumping in a violently pink taxi to the airport – sniff sniff.
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How old is not young?

20 Jul
A thirty something guy

A thirty something guy

What age does the midlife crisis kick in normally? Maybe it is happening to me as we speak… I already wrote some posts about getting old(er) and now again one. I can feel the time ticking: I feel it in my bones, I notice it in the strength of my glasses (they’re gonna be back soon ;-( and I definitely don’t belong in a dance party anymore.

  • Maybe part of becoming old(er) is also complaining about getting old(er) ?

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Not a CouchSurfing Virgin anymore

24 May
More than just a couch...

More than just a couch...

One is always nervous for the first time… I apprehended the moment… Delayed it on several occasions… but then decided – enough is enough – I didn’t want to be a couchsurfing virgin anymore!

So when preparing for the Philippines, from my fancy hotel room in Bangkok, I thought to abandon the 4star luxury lifestyle (as in Penang) and go local (and non-commercial). I contacted a few people via the CouchSurfing.org website, and a few hours later I had a choice of many couches to lay my head on – and much more than that…
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Playing around in Pattaya

13 Apr
My first time in a pool bar

My first time in a pool bar

Pattaya is known for its horrors and pleasures. Some websites and guidebooks go into detail about which streets are more lively, where to find the lady-boys, where they speak Russian or Japanese, where the beer is cheapest, etc. The French Guide du Routard simply mentions “à eviter” (to be avoided). That would do the place injustice though. It is something one must have experienced in life. But probably once is enough.

There must be a market for the Pattaya experience, because there are shuttle buses (and even public buses) bringing people directly to this party town from the airport. You’re even not obliged to see anything cultural in Bangkok on the way there ;-) And when speaking to people along my route, many of them visited Pattaya also for a cheap beach holiday, with the family. So there is more than only the girly bars or boyz town.

Getting there was not the easiest part of the trip – but once we got there – we were plunged in luxury – thanx to my fancy Brussels friend traveling with me. Pattaya also has lovely stretches of beach, so I could try on all the new swimming wear I had bought in Bangkok – pictures below. Continue reading

Chilling in Hoi An

5 Feb

A typical Hoi An street

A typical Hoi An street

Hoi An is a quaint little village in the centre of Viet Nam. It has a gorgeous old town centre – part of the Unesco World Heritage (see pictures below). Besides that and the sea a few miles down the raod, there is not much to see or do. And that’s exactly what I did there: nothing much – just lingering around in town and chilling at the pool of my hotel.

The fabulous sleeper buses... Good night...

The fabulous sleeper buses... Good night...

I arrived there with one of the wonders of tourism – the sleeper bus. Since distances are relatively big (Vietnam stretches over 1700 km from North to South), and the trains are relatively slow (they go on averate 45km/hour, whihch would make the trip from Saigon to Hanoi a painstaking 36hour journey…), and the plane is relatively expensive (although for 100 USD you have a return ticket between Hanoi and Saigon) and you can’t get off where you want –  so they invented the overnight Open Tour in sleeper buses. Continue reading

The Golden Banana Experience

6 Jan

Blogging at the pool...

Blogging at the pool

The ‘Golden Banana’ is a guesthouse in Siem Reap. It was recommended to me by my Norwegian friend who swears by it (except they are often fully booked – but thanks to ‘recession’ this time round they weren’t). It consists of different parts; the ‘Resort’ for the fancy people (but that looks gorgeous!); the ‘boutique hotel’ for the middle class, and the ‘Bed & Breakfast’ for people like me.

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