Is my name... My day job is not a journalist. And I don't run a travel agency. I travel a tad more than an average person does, that's cos it's what I do for a living. For the time being at least. Envy me not cos the job glitz goes just as far as the does, in between, it's (*7%!#@@?). Just another job, that's what I mean. But I love it and I love it, and I'm grateful. Anyhow, welcome to my weblog. In here, you'll get, if not little, scanty info on my globetrots and travels. Do not expect detailed accounts, nor travel-guide type facts and figs. Just some idiot-proof, Info-Sharing-101, you could find handy if you're looking up destinations, I've been to, myself. Feel free to indulge, heed my advice, dump it, comment, pop your queries or judge me, for all you fancy. All info are true at point of publishing, unless stated otherwise. Hmmph, just one advice. I share cos I'm naturally nice like that, but I'm not always, always right. Don't say I didn't warn you.
What say u...
Been There.Done That.
[maa-lee] Capital city of Maldives. Group of atolls in Indian Ocean.
Location: Southern Asia, South-southwest of India.
Flight time: Approximately 6hrs from Singapore Changi Airport.
Climate: Tropical; hot, humid; dry,(November to March); rainy,(June to August).
Ethnic groups: South Indians, Sinhalese, Arabs.
Currency: US$.
RecommenD-O-Meter: MUST!MUST!MUST!GO!
*Down Under*
Brighton Beach, Melbourne. South of St Kilda. Bright and strikingly colored bathing boxes, line the beaches.
These bathing boxes, used also for the storage of clothes and sometimes small water crafts, are private change rooms. Found mainly on Brighton and on the beaches of the Mornington Peninsula.
*Down Udder* Christchurch, Nz. Mt Hutt, opens from early May until late October. One of the longest seasons ski resorts in New Zealand. The road to the mountain base is not for the faint-hearted but once there, you will experience world-class skiing, and breath-taking views. Elevation is 2075 metres, with 365 hectares of ski terrain.
*Almost -ous*
"Fame costs, and right here is where you start paying." Driven by that fame-ous motto, a group of talented youths attended the New York High School of Performing Arts, to uncover the true price of FAME.
Running Time: 2 hours 40 minutes
Venue: The Aldwych Theatre, London.
Travel: Nearest Underground: Covent Garden
Nearest Rail: Charing Cross RecommenD-O-Meter: If u're into dancy-disco-jiving,this musical is rhetorically, RETRO-rical! It's an Ultimate Ah GO!GO!
*Delhi*
- Sarojini Nagar Clothes,ethnic footwear and accessories. Factory rejects, baring labels from Zara, MNG, Miss Selfridge and Style&Co...Good luck with the rummaging though!
- Delhi Hutt Bric-a-Brac. Cheap and bargainable ornaments.
*Sweetdreams my LAX*
*Istanbul*
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for an excerpt from a travel memoir by Tom Brosnahan. If I could have his dialectology, those will be my exact words too.
*Shopaholic and Sister* We did not kill each other.
*Shopaholic in Manhattan* What do shopaholics do in NEW YORK? Go figure.
I speak Graphics.
Pictorial Therapy.Trigger Happy.Visual Feasting.Eat ur Hearts out.
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Please... This is NOT a travel guide. So read and heed at your own risk. I will not be held liable for your holiday plans that go bust on you and neither should any part of this blog be excerpted without prior permission. Like I've mentioned, I'm usually nice, but I'm ONLY, usually nice.
after what seemed like fun, helluva great, Deepa-Raya company, 8 days of missing home, "abang sayang" episode, Rini, the drop-dead Gorgeous, Shah, her husband(sorry Guys!), Double belly-dancing dosage, hell ride through the dessert, River Nile cruise, Tomb raiding at the Pyramids and FO Ryan's, agonizing camel ride!!! Got burnt in the sun...and I swear, no more Biryani, Curry, anything Lamb and its derivatives for as long as I could avoid from having them. Khekhekhe! Not in too much wordy mood today cos it's way past my bed time, but cos I have had some recuperating done in the day, that prolly helped make me be a tad less "twilight zone" than I could have been, otherwise. In summation, (toldja I'm in no mood for words)...I'll let the pictures do the yakking...for more visual feasting, click on my Fotopage wokay?
Look, this is way overdue. Have had wanted to put this up earlier. Anyhow, no time for explanation.If ure ever gonna visit the Pyramids, I hope these tips, would come in really handy. So here goes,
Sunblock. It's a No-Go! Moisturise, like u would everyday. Lipgloss, for that extra pucker - Yes! Hmm...Rouge for a natural, radiant looking U, Ok, ok, dun we all need to look picture-pretty? I mean, aren't pictures meant to capture moments u'ld want to remember for a lifetime? So?
Sunnies/ Shades. I can't remember when sunspecs were ever worn for any particular purpose. As far as I know it's every fashionista's Must-Haves! Doesn't hurt to have a couple or 3 or 4. Plus, it does help to keep the sand from being blown into the eyes. It can get pretty windy and with no actual structure nor blockade, u'ld give no damn two hoots even if your shades is a freegift from last season's, past month, magazine subscription.
Wear your least favorite pair of shoes. I'll tell you why. And you better listen. First, cos it's gonna get real sandy. DUH! And second, you see, the desert area that covers the Pyramids is abt 200km surrounding it, so that explains why it is more convenient to venture on camels and horses. Oklah, to spare u the verbosity, and the agony of my wordiness, there's MUCK, DUNG, FECES, the works, in solid, semi-solid, brown, green, fresh ones! U name itlah, in the name of all manure and bodily excretions, on every square foot of sandy ground u step on! Enough convincing?
Wear your least favorite pair of shoes cos this was what that happened. U see, it took me awhile to familiarise myself with the female horse that I had myself on, for a simple reason that I have no clue nor prior experience with having to control that darn thing my blardie self! So it was sliding, moving, left, right, probably neighing curses at me. But the worst was when it glided next to a sturdy steed, a male I reckon. So slowly and momentous and so closely, that my foot, on the foothold was sweeping just so slowly, but surely, and if I hadn't noticed would have ventured into Male Steed's butthole! Pardon the profanity. Is asshole a better term? Anyhow, my jeans got swept with beautiful sable hair, made into real expensive, exorbitant, cosmetic brushes, that had lil tiny splashes of horsie's pee! So? WEAR UR LEAST FAVOURITE PAIR OF JEANS too.
Taboos. Keep Unnecessary remarks till later, for sleepless nights natter or campfire-story-sharing sessions.
Do not take pictures of the interior of the Pyramids unless the local Guide gives you the Go-ahead.
Never EVER share a camel ride with a guy and let him sit behind u. Period. Unless he is your spouse, or the least, a boyfriend. Bad and embarrassing experience. No need for recollections.
If someone hands over a bottle of coke, it means, u'ld have to pay for it once u've finished. AND, please return the bottle. Just return itlah!
Ok peeps, just these for now unless more pops up my pod, I'll add on to the list...and if u're really heading there...Bon Voyage!
-ous*
