It’s the size of a soccer ball, a stinky medieval morning star of a fruit covered in thorns; the durian. They’re found in many South East Asian markets, on small roadside stalls, or piled up on the back of a motorbike zooming through the streets of Ho Chi Minh City.
Every backpacker has a special relationship with their backpack. Packing it and repacking it becomes somewhat of an art after those weeks and months, with each item in its own special place, and a million ideas on how to improve the packing system. Here is my list of things I would optimise for next time.
I’m reading a book at the moment, ‘Little Princes’ by Conor Grennan, about an American who (as a prelude to his round-the-world trip) had volunteered in a Nepalese orphanage. Initially it was to impress his friends, but as he became emotionally attached, he was involved in rescuing children from the ugly world of child trafficking.
This year has been a surreal experience to say the least. But, that was the point! I wanted to see wonderful new things, wander the back alleys in Saigon and find curious restaurants serving dog, cycle around the mysterious sun-baked Burmese monuments in Bagan that I never knew existed, drink Belgian beer almost as strong as … More 50 things I learned after one year of travel
You might have noticed if you read my blog from time to time that I take photos of myself. Ive been doing them every single day for a year, and they look like this…