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Tag: Musings

A Real Story About Death

Death doesn’t visit often, but this time he sneaked up on us on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

It was a surprise visit that was due but came too soon.

The Type Of Friends You Make When Travelling Solo

What kind of friends do I make when I travel solo?

Good ones. Real ones. Beautiful ones.

How Thailand Honoured The Late King Bhumibol

It was a week before the late Thai King Bhumibol Adulyadej’s funeral when I arrived in Bangkok for a conference and I did not expect that my world would turn black for the next week.

Culture Shock In Cairo: I Watched A 5-Year-Old Boy Get A Tattoo

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

A toddler cries in pain as his father holds him down and a young man tattoos his wrist

A toddler cries in pain as his father holds him steady and a young man tattoos his wrist

Discovering 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.)

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.

Lost In Translation: One Confusing Afternoon In Yangon

“The wind blows from North to South!”

“The wind blows from North to South.”

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.

There Are Little Black Dots At My Workplace

There are little black dots at my workplace.

They crawl next to me, little black dots the size of a full stop moving their tiny legs feverishly on the wall to my right.

She slams. She smacks her chair hard. She slaps the table with a thunderous clap that would shatter a thousand chandeliers.