Buddha’s footprint, Shiva’s footprint, Adam’s footprint, apparently the path to Adam’s Peak was well traveled, and we were determined to join the crowd. Attempting to leave the highs and lows of Kandy, we bought second class train tickets for Hatton,…
Kandy is not a place that one really needs to see in Sri Lanka, but everyone winds up going there because it is en-route to other places they wish to go. You can entertain yourself in Kandy if you are…
Leaving Colombo was a rather stressful affair. We had arrived in Sri Lanka during a holiday and every reserved seat on every train in the country appeared to be sold out. It would take anywhere between 5-7 hours to get…
Ok, so it was Business Class, not First Class. And the flight was only an hour and fifteen minutes. But it was still my first upgrade and the half a glass of warm beer, being the first in 10 days,…
Guest post by Cheryl Williams: The Maldives…the country most people know as the place with the ridiculously beautiful blue-green water and the iconic over-water bungalows in the fancy resort islands. Until about 8 years ago, tourists could only visit the…
When you tell someone you are going to the Maldives the first questions you will likely get are “Where are the Maldives?” and “How do you get there?” The answers to these questions are as follows: The Maldives is a…
Now that the local ferries are open to foreigners, and guesthouses provide reasonable accommodation that are not in the tune of $1000 a night like the resorts, exploring local islands becomes a real possibility. As per usual, I started looking…
There is no denying that Steph and I have fallen behind on the blog. Blogging in South America versus blogging in India presented some noticeable differences. While internet was often easier to come by, down time was pretty much non…
Upon returning to Mendoza we checked back into the hostel Bed for Wine, a place we had found haphazardly on our first visit to the wine capital of Argentina. It may seem strange that we were going back to somewhere…
Alright, the town we were staying in was called Barreal not Barfreal, but that is always how I am going to remember it. It seems that I am making it a habit of telling stories about getting sick on the…