Discovering the wonders of wander

Culture Shock: Tattooed in Egypt

In a quiet, dusty alleyway in Coptic Cairo, a toddler, barely 3, cries mercilessly as he was forced to get a tattoo.

Why you should travel light and how to do it like a pro

As the old adage goes, less is more. When it comes to traveling, more is unnecessary and less is your shoulders thanking you for not putting them through the gates of hell.

Egypt: The Rich, The Poor & The Resilient

If it weren’t for Lina, I wouldn’t have travelled to Egypt again. I had just visited 5 years ago, it was where I learnt that real solo backpacking as a woman isn’t all that terrifying (though I was sexually harassed in Jordan right after that but that’s a whole different story.)

Egypt Is An Onion And Other Backpacking Surprises

Egypt is an onion. My biggest takeaway from backpacking Egypt twice in 5 years is that Egypt is an onion.

I Am Sick And Tired Of Travelling

“Can I take a photo with you?”

Her bright, young eyes, full of enthusiasm and wonder, looked into my jaded ones. I remember having eyes filled with sunshine like hers. Now they’re just tired and disenchanted; tired of travelling and disenchanted at the phlegm-spitting, queue-cutting, rude, and conflicting country that I am finally leaving.

How To Apply For A Myanmar Visa For Malaysians

Once a closed up country, Myanmar has transformed into a hot tourist spot, and the number of tour buses will continue to increase with much thanks to Lonely Planet naming it one of the top travel destinations for 2017.

Lost In Translation: One Confusing Afternoon In Yangon

“The wind blows from North to South!”

“The wind blows from North to South.”

The Biggest Fears Women Travellers Face & How To Overcome Them

“YOU WANT TO DO WHAT!?”

Mom freaked out the first time I told her I wanted to backpack solo. Sem break was coming up and I was dreaming of going to Sabah for two short weeks. But that was not going to happen.

The Truth Is, I Didn’t Love Travelling China

I have a problem with travelling, it’s never enough. One month in the Middle East left me wanting more, four months in the US was too short and nine months in New Zealand should’ve lasted nine more.

But three weeks in southern China? Too damn freaking long. I left the country disenchanted, fatigued, and desperate for home.

Lost On A Long Bus Ride

When I was a young girl, I’d catch moments of mom getting lost in her own thoughts. Sometimes while she drank her coffee or methodically ate her dinner, her eyebrows would scrunch up to form a little hill between her eyes. I could see the gears turning in her head; she drifts off into the distance.