Our tour guide released us from the back of the songthaew, those flatbed trucks converted into passenger vehicles. We had reached the first site on the tour, just outside the Thai city of Chiang Mai. Gone were the exhaust fumes of city traffic, replaced by a bucolic countryside overrun with buses, vans, and a flood of camera-snappers.
“This is the orchid farm and butterfly exhibit,” the guide said. “But there’s no butterfly that much. You can just drink some coffee at the cafe. We be about twenty minutes.” Read more
It was Sunday morning in Hong Kong and Ka Ho, a dim sum restaurant on Lok Ku Road, was packed, mostly with elderly locals who sipped bitter black tea and read their newspapers. There were a few hundred people inside, but my wife and I were the only two Westerners. Old Chinese women in red coats and red handkerchiefs wrapped around their heads pushed carts loaded with towers of steaming bamboo baskets or rattled past with stacked ceramic plates. Hidden inside the covered baskets were mysterious dumplings; the plates were loaded with noodles, greens, and croquettes.
Hong Kong is a city of great views, but these panoramas often double as tourist traps. To experience Hong Kong’s best views, without feeling like you’ve been scammed, here’s a list of lookouts my wife and I visited during our city adventures: Read more
Last night was the Full Moon Party (FMP) on Haad Rin Beach in Koh Phangan. I attended this event, which is why this post will be short and told mostly through photographs. If you’ve ever been to a black-light party in college, where everyone draws on each other’s white t-shirts with hi-lighter then you’ve been to a pre-FMP. But instead of hi-lighters, black-lights, and a few hundred people, the FMP has neon-painted bodies, fluorescent shorts, hi-lighter t-shirts, an actual full moon, and thousands of revelers imbibing mixed drinks and dancing to more than a dozen DJs on one packed beach.
Hong Kong is a city of worship. There is much to praise: the cuisine (from delectable dim sum to cheap food carts), its spectacular viewpoints, and the endless shopping. (More posts on all of these quite soon.) But in the west end of the city, on Hollywood Road and Lascar Row, which are a few meters distance from one another and run parallel, you can find two diverse groups of worshippers and the idols they regard as sacred–deities and Mao Tse-Tung.