Kuala Lumpur – An Instagram Diary
The taxi driver is flashing a grin and I do know why. Actually it would have taken only two minutes to walk there and now he’s earning massive on us.→
The taxi driver is flashing a grin and I do know why. Actually it would have taken only two minutes to walk there and now he’s earning massive on us.→
Sometimes when I’m traveling, my heart skips a beat. My fingers start to tingle and my thoughts are far far away. Some people call this home sickness, I call it→
Here I am in Ulaanbaatar, though I will be in the desert Gobi, while you’re reading this. But I made it to Mongolia, despite three broken nails and a minimeltdown→
Some hotels just exist so you don’t have to sleep under a bridge in another city. Other hotels are so damn sexy, you don’t want to leave your room. And→
A glance, a look, a shy smile, a click. A picture. What I remember most from my travels are faces. Faces of the people I met, who are burn in→
Road Trip Baby! In Florida, the Sunshine State, from Miami to Orlando. And zack, there’s this one song stuck in your head. And now move your sexy bums and daydream→