I didn’t intend on travelling much after graduation, but stumbling upon Myanmar’s monasteries and pagodas showed me that there are endless realities in this world.
Writing for a living the past six months feels like a rollercoaster of a ride: terribly frightening but I’d queue up to do it all over again. Hope I’m still alive by the end of it, fingers x
Sun, salt, sea, a wooden stilt house, and a lot of fun.
Neon lights, shopping heaven, home of Dim Sum.
Solo cruising isn’t such a bad idea at all.