Paddling on our kayaks off Palm Cove, Luke, our young kayak guide glides effortlessly beside us. He tells me he’s just been to Sagada, and says Filipinos are the friendliest and most generous people he’s met. I smile and nod.
We’ve been kayaking since seven in the morning, and paddle close to a deserted island where, according to Luke, a luxury resort used to stand. A lone dog gazes at us. Earlier we had paddled out, trying to get into the rhythm while enjoying the natural beauty around us. The ocean stretched endlessly ahead, and behind us, the palm trees lined the coast against the green mountains. It looked just like any island in the Philippines. We were in Cairns, a tropical paradise in the northeast coast of Australia. Continue reading
Welcoming the New Year in one of the first countries in the world to ring in 2017 seemed like a crazy plan but panned out to be a relaxed, memorable long weekend. The city of Sydney was brimming with revelers from all over on New Year’s weekend. The beaches were packed–Coogee, Bondi and Manly, and so were tourist strips, Darling Harbour and the Circular Quay. With the summer weather, everyone was happy to be out in the sun.
On a scorching day in August, we come out of the Gran Via metro, right smack in the middle of the buzzing hordes of tourists, who like us, had the same idea of spending this summer weekend in the city of Madrid. I look up in awe at the grandiose skyscrapers along the famous street of Gran Via (literally ‘Great Way’), and stare at the flashy Schweppes sign at the top of the Capitol building. Almost like a cross between New York’s Fifth Avenue and Broadway, Gran Via shimmers, and flaunts its row of glitzy shops, theatres, hotels and chain restaurants amid beautiful Art Deco buildings.
Vitoria’s appeal also lies in its proximity to many attractions, all within an hour’s drive away. The Rioja wine region, south of Vitoria, is known worldwide for its local wineries. From Vitoria, we drove through a winding road across the Sierra de Cantabria, and down to the valley of Rioja.
They say the world keeps getting smaller with today’s technology, and how we are separated by only six other people. Outrageous, but that’s how it felt this last year. It started when I met some travellers who were tipped by a friend to make an unplanned detour to this part of the country. That spontaneous trip led to another and then a couple more. A year later, I found myself back in Spain for another summer of music festivals, heritage trails, food adventures, and beach escapades. Continue reading
Flying into El Nido was as dreamy as it sounds. As the plane slowly made its descent, we peered through the window and saw several green islands with pearl white coastlines surrounded by turquoise waters. The afternoon sun cast a golden sheen on the beaches and coconut trees below us, painting an all too perfect image, like a scene from one of Julio Cortazar’s stories. Continue reading
A year ago, I took my mom to Hanoi for a quick three-day trip. She had been to Ho Chi Minh a few years ago, but it was both our first time to the capital city of Vietnam. Known also as the country’s cultural capital, Hanoi exudes an old world charm even as the city straddles between its rich history and traditions, and the pull of modernity and western influence.
We chose to stay in the Old Quarter, an intoxicating maze of narrow streets and alleys lined with all kinds of shops, cafes, bars, low rise hotels and apartments in French architecture. The streets are incessantly packed with scooters, pedestrians, walking vendors, and tourists. We stayed in Quoc Hoa Hotel – an eight-storey boutique hotel in the middle of the Old Quarter.
Its wooden floors and wooden furnitures gave out a homey feel. The breakfast buffet which was served on the top floor overlooking the city had a delightful Vietnamese spread. Having authentic pho for breakfast was a welcome treat! Continue reading