I was in Tokyo’s Harajuku area. It was Sunday afternoon and I had just missed seeing the pageant of cosplayers (aka costume play) near the park bridge, so my next chance was on the popular side street of Takeshita.
Ever wondered what you’d look like with anime baby doll eyes or if you had airbrushed and flawless cover girl skin?
When I was living in Korea, I’d pass by joints crammed with photo booths, filled with young girls in their teens to twenties. I used to wonder… what was the attraction to those booths.
I have a fascination with Buddhist monks.
India and Southeast Asia are rife with them.
Maybe it’s the shaved heads, robes, spiritual aspiration and ascetic lifestyle. Whether they’re wearing a Tibetan crimson or Theravada orange and brown, whenever I see a monk, my eyes zero in with intent focus as if they’re human puzzle pieces, walking on a waft of incense.
Since I’ve completed almost of month of travel, with having had only two days to prepare before hitting the road, it’s time to assess my shining highs and my rock-bottom lows.
What did I learn from this crash course in winging a last-minute trip?
Quite simply, I learned how to survive it.
So now I’m going to give you some “insider tips”, so that you that can survive it better than me.
In my last post about survival trips, I told you the things I did well. But obviously, everything wasn’t smooth-sailing. If you’re pulling a last minute trip with multiple desitinations, you’re bound to have flaws… big ones. So while I aced most of my trip, there are a couple of things that I failed big […]
Are you a newbie to using squat toilets? Traveling a country, where there’s non-western toilets? Going hiking in the woods, where the toilet is the great wide open? Well, here’s a helpful aide for my squeamish squatters…
No matter how I look at it, Indian public restrooms make me suspicious.
On a positive note: at least they have them!
But what about paid public restrooms?
“The monk life is very hard. I spent 6 years as a monk and I am thankful to grow up in the monastery, but I couldn’t wait to leave!” cajoled my 24-year-old Laotian tour agent.
– You didn’t enjoy it or have fun? I asked.
” It’s not that it was bad. There are many boys there with you.
It’s no secret I’m a big fan of public transportation, when I travel. Buses particularly. Until now, the notion of traveling in India by public bus used to intimidate me. Every time I’d see a bus parked at a stop, it looked like a rudimentary tin cans on wheels, packed tight and spilling over with people.