The other week, I attended a travel event and someone in the audience asked the panel of travelers to recommend the best airlines in Southeast Asia. Specific airlines were not recommended, so I felt a review of six airlines servicing Southeast Asia was in order. Read more
The McKittrick Hotel in Manhattan was completed in 1939, but this luxury hotel was condemned and never opened… until now when the performance of Sleep No More checked in.
“Here is your room key,” the usher said to my wife and me. She handed us a playing card. Mine was a two, my wife’s was a three. “This way, sir.”
But she didn’t guide us on the walk through the labyrinthine darkness. It felt like a snaking darkroom. I guided my wife by dragging a hand along the felt wall. It led to a bar or the 1930s, a resurrection of a decadent hotel bar never opened or a portal back to a gothic speakeasy.
I held onto the ladder at the back of the boat. Only my head was above the ocean’s surface. The first mate carried over a seventy-pound Seawalker helmet–which looks like a cross between an astronaut’s helmet and a miniature submarine–and placed it on my head. The weight pushed me under. Below, the heavy headgear lost its weight and oxygen flowed into the globe. The water climbed into the helmet, but stopped at my chin, speaking truth to the Seawalker advertisement–You can wear your glasses or make-up underwater (so long as you keep your head straight). Read more
Need something to listen to this weekend while taking that road trip/hitting the treadmill/doing those dishes? Chris Christensen invited me onto Amateur Traveler to speak about my trip to Cambodia.
Click play and learn why Cambodia is one of the best destinations.
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My wife, Marissa, will never accuse me of being a romantic. She’s usually the one to remind me that flower vases are containers that should contain flowers or that flip flops and low hanging shorts made of sweatpants material is not appropriate attire for date night. But in Bali, which was the last two weeks of our ten-week honeymoon, I tried thinking like a different Noah. Any fans of The Notebook? (In fact, my wife’s memory is sub-par and one day we might live like the characters from that film. Then, I’ll read her this post–leaving out this paragraph of course and anything that follows in parenthesis–to remind her of how romantic I was during our honeymoon in Bali.) Read more