In which I ride in a cyclo, wear a traditional dress, tour an ancient fortress, and (of course) turn sixteen. Can life get any better than this?
Elephant riding is one of those things that can be easily found on nearly everyone’s bucket list! My family and I were able to experience it during our stay in Northern Thailand. In all of our travels, I don’t think we’ve ever had a more exciting and eagerly awaited day than this one! Care to join us?
Taking a tour through the Laotian countryside is one of the best ways to experience it. If you do it like we did, on mopeds, you will be able to see this part of the world in a way unlike any other. Our tour took us through a maze of rice paddies, over ancient bridges, and into little museums run by wrinkled old Laos women. Watch as one grandmother takes a liking to Ezra, and shares her betel nut with him!
It was a lovely day in Cambodia. Sun beamed down on my family and I as we joined a new friend and loaded into her car. We were on our way to visit a few orphanages and schools. Join us as we meet these wonderful Cambodian children!
What do you get when a Russian decides to open an American themed bar and restaurant on Phuket, Thailand? Jonny Mango’s, of course!
The sun was just beginning to fall back into the seething ocean when we walked into the restaurant, ready to enjoy Mom’s last dinner with us for a while. She will be leaving to spend three weeks in New Hampshire tomorrow. As a special treat, Dad took us out to dinner.
One of my favorite parts of travel is trying new foods.
Each culture has it’s own kinds of food, and some of them can be quite strange! Often, the only way to find these foods is to travel to their native country, a fact which only makes them all the more interesting. Once you’ve found them, the next step is convincing yourself to put the meal in your mouth. Is it really worth the bragging rights? I almost always decide it is. “Almost” being the operative word.
Birds sing merrily in the trees that overhang the murky water.
The sun beams warmly down on the little rowboat that makes it’s tedious way up the river. The oars creak loudly, but except for that sound and the birds, all is still. Around us, a few other boats row peacefully up the Perfume River. There aren’t half as many now as there will be in the spring, when thousands of Vietnamese make a pilgrimage to the Perfume Pagoda. For now, it is calm. Our guide peeks out from beneath her wide umbrella to smile at us. She’s been telling us Vietnamese legends the entire ride.