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Discovering Sarawak’s Kayan tribe through a ‘secret’ harvest festival


Day 1: Under the Bakun Dam

“My longhouse used to be here underwater,” Kenneth pointed in the azure water as we sailed across the Bakun Dam in Bintulu, Sarawak.

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.)

The Unexpected Reason David Wu Cycled 4,000km From Kedah To China

When I first heard about David Wu’s 4,000km cycling expedition from Kedah to China, I thought it would be a story of a man discovering his home. ‘This would be an article of a lost man finding where he truly belonged’, I thought as I get ready to meet him.

Conversations With Strangers In New Zealand – Part 2

My mom always told me never to talk to strangers. I’m glad I didn’t listen to her. They have so much to share, and so much to teach. Just like these random guys that I met on my wander in New Zealand.

Conversations With Strangers In New Zealand – Part 1

One of the sweetest parts about travelling is meeting the locals, having a chat with them, and learning about their lives.

Every Morning I Dance With My Grandma

Every morning while I get ready for work, I would see my Ah Ma sitting in the rattan chair at our front porch, enjoying the early morning wind. Her eyes stare blankly at the moving traffic; her mind replaying the days of her youth.

A Syrian Once Told Me

Don’t you want to go home for good? I asked.