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Fond Farewell To Pre-School Nomadism

33 countries under her teeny crocheted belt. Some people think that, for her age, it ain’t nothing but a number. Sure, she can’t remember all the country names (and never correctly pronounced most of them). She can’t remember the tens of airports she passed through (though the memory lingers briefly for she’s got a photographic…

Photo Essay: Mtskheta, Georgia

I practiced to no avail. “Kkhheta”, I could feel the shower of my own saliva. The guesthouse owner raised her brows. So I showed the word on my computer. “Ahhh! Kkhheta!”. Pretty sure that was how I pronounced it. “Umm, yeah. Kkhheta.” She pursed her lips. She seemed eager to correct me but decided to…

The Brag Corner: UNESCO World Heritage Sites I’ve Visited

Like, someone cares. And that’s why such wee space in this blog is aptly named “The Brag Corner”. You see, on a sizzling hot day in Leon, Nicaragua when I don’t feel like sightseeing nor working, I think of trivial things to do. Today, I thought of tallying the world heritage sites I have stepped…

2013 Year-Ender: When Travel Turned Into A Black Hole

And I got sucked in. In 2012, we were armed with all sorts of excuses: Extended honeymoon stage. A break from the mundane. Discounted airfares for tots. “Still saving up for a house (and/or still haven’t decided where to buy)“. Backpacking while young. Living in the now… The list went on and echoed through the…

Tbilisi, The City That Loves You (Or So The Slogan Says)

Tough love, perhaps? Let me take you back to the start. One balmy Georgian morning, my elbow was perched on the edge of an immigration counter in Tbilisi International Airport. My foot, tapping in impatience. I couldn’t read the officer’s face. “Shall I transfer to the visa on arrival counter?”, I whispered to the hubby….

2013 Thus Far: The Second Quarter

Half of the year’s consumed, and we’re trying to catch our breath. Dawn of 2013 I foresaw myself filling a more domestic role in an American redneck town while the hubby turns into some NASA rockstar around this time of the year. The scheme fell apart and here we are, the same ol’ wildling mum…

Istanbul, Turkey: When The Dust Temporarily Cleared

[Warning: Graphic content] The dust temporarily cleared when we flew out of Atatürk Airport early this morn. We’re now more than a thousand kilometers away, shivering under a doona in a rented Tbilisi unit, yet my heart yearns for Turkey. And though my body’s overly sore — beyond Efficascent Oil repair (yes I have a bottle…

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