Hello World! How it all began:

How it all began:

One year ago last July (2009) we found ourselves duomo hopping in Italy, crutching and wheeling our way around London, and eating disgustingly massive quantities of cheese in France. Some little bug, let’s call him Dom the travel slug, tickled our fancy pantsies. We’ve been dreaming about deserted beaches ever since.


Now, as all of you know, we have a few sharks in the water. They will be dead by December 14th, we promise you that. Well, hopefully. They’ll at least be subdued. This trip is our journey of self-discovery, of healing, of adventure, and love. Love for ourselves, each other, the people around us and the countries of Thailand, Laos, Vietnam and Cambodia. We’d love for you to join us on this trip through our blog—into the jungles of our minds, we mean Thailand, the villages of Laos, the rivers of Vietnam and the temples of Cambodia. Welcome to Southeast Asia.

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Our version of Eat, Pray, Love..

Our version of Eat, Pray, Love..
This is OUR version of EAT, PRAY, LOVE

Saturday, 19 February 2011

Stop 26: A Lat of FUN on the easy riders in Dalat! – Dalat, Vietnam

The journey from Nha Trang to Dalat was short and picturesque; we were leaving the coast and heading inland. The hills were covered in endless flower fields and the air was crisp and clean. As beautiful as the town was, our first night was bittersweet. Dinner was delicious, maybe the best Vietnamese food we have had.  We sipped strawberry wine and munched on vegetarian spring rolls. Afterwards, we walked around the town center, which was hosting a small festival. The night began to take a weird turn, though, when an elderly Vietnamese woman suffered a seizure in one of the small market stalls. She was up and about in no time, but left the market slightly disheveled. In search of some headphones, we entered an electronics shop and happened to see a father being overly aggressive with his small son. Feeling helpless, we immediately left, only to witness a motorcycle accident outside. Dalat emanated a strange vibe and we were surrounded by peculiarities. We had higher hopes for the morning so we went to bed early after booking a motorcycle tour for the following day.

The next morning we awoke bright and early to hop onto the back of our two Vietnamese tour guides’ motorbikes.  We whisked through Dalat’s countryside, mountains and wild sunflower fields. We stopped at an old French railway station, an architectural nightmare called the Crazy House, a family run flower farm, an incredibly powerful waterfall, a surprisingly peaceful pagoda and a pretty interesting silk factory.  We really loved this inland paradise as the people were so nice, the food so good, and the atmosphere so great. 

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