Just one month earlier I was in Ireland, in the Emerald Isle, and it was an amazing, scary, exhilarating, breathtaking experience. Scary in parts, because I was travelling alone, one lone Asian girl very very far away from home. Exhilarating, because Ireland is amazingly beautiful and breathtaking. And let’s not forget the numerous pubs, friendly Irish people, and (way too many) sheep!
I always had a fascination for the city of Venice. When I think about Venice, I think about Gothic architecture, masquerades and masks, elaborate palazzos and grand palaces, romance and tragedy.
And I am sure you would have your own impression of Venice too – it’s after all one of the most iconic tourist spots in the world.
In October last year I finally had a chance to visit… I really really loved it.
In the interest of documenting my Italy and London holiday, I have revived this very irregularly updated blog. I was lazy and thought maybe I should just not write any blog entries at all, but I would like to have something to remember 10, 15 years down the road when I reminisce about all the countries I have been to. And it would be very hard to remember what happened on the trip, what were the significance of the places I visited, if I only had FB photos to rely on.
So overdue but here goes! Image heavy yo.
Went to Vietnam with my aunt from 19 Oct – 27 Oct. It’s been three months since and my memory’s bad, so this is just roughly what we did and went, not the whole itinerary.
Headed to Romdeng for dinner after visiting Tuol Sleng. Yes, that’s when I ate the spider!
Initially I thought that I definitely would not be able to do it. But after talking to the restaurant staff, a very nice guy who told me that the spider doesn’t taste much like anything, and was in fact offered on the kid’s menu for kids (if a kid can do it so can I!), I decided to try it.
Day 2 in Phnom Penh. Went to the Choeung Ek Killing Fields and Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum. Definitely not the most happy of days, because there was just so much tragedy to take in that you feel really sombre and sad.
My first sunrise in Phnom Penh.
Day 3 in Cambodia.
Was feeling super hungover after my drinking binge the night before, but luckily I didn’t have a headache. Went to get a hearty English breakfast in my guesthouse first to stabilize my stomach. Also to try to feel more alive… bleah.
Day 2 in Siem Reap was an eye-opener. Traveled beyond the boundaries of Siem Reap into the Cambodian countryside, which was pretty interesting:
This is Niel, as his jacket says.
He’s a very humble man, very sweet and patient. Felt like I was going traveling with a kindly grandfather/uncle actually. I felt very safe while he was driving me around, even to the more remote temples. You’ll see more photos of him over the next few days.