My Insane Flight to the Dominican Republic
Before continuing my coverage of the Dominican Republic’s beautiful northern coast, I need cover one thing: the crazy flight I took to arrive there.
Before continuing my coverage of the Dominican Republic’s beautiful northern coast, I need cover one thing: the crazy flight I took to arrive there.
With mountains to climb, temples to explore and wonderful, generous locals to meet Burma has tons to offer the responsible tourist. There’s only one problem: getting from A to B.
Some trips start out with the sudden realization that something is just not right. My 4-night slow boat trip from Gili Trawangan, Indonesia to Flores Island was one of those trips. It began with my minibus driver’s drunken babbling, and progressed from there.
There are two fail-safe sensory overloads for the traveller who wants to learn about a new place: going to the local supermarket, replete with its adventurous, exciting foods and people watching, and taking public transportation, with all of the delays, break-downs and random farm animals that comes with it.
Three important lessons I learnt in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, all related to the fact that I became far too complacent in a city I thought I knew well.
Highlights from my sleepless night in the Jakarta airport with another bed-less traveler named Duncan.
A short conversation with my Manila taxi driver that left me unsure about whether to laugh or cry!
On June 21st, I took the Atienza cargo ferry from El Nido to Coron Town. I took this ferry the last time I left El Nido, and while it was full of random cargo and lots of people, it wasn’t a disaster. This time, however, it was far less pleasant.