Hey! Welcome to the fourth update of Traipsing Round the Globe, a real-time recap of my round-the-world trip! Check out months one, two and three if you haven’t read them yet.
Hey guys! This edition of Traipsing Round the Globe is coming to you (slightly belatedly) from the Windy City. And okay, I know I say this every month but Month 4, the final month of my RTW trip, was the craziest yet. After six weeks of the ascetic life India, I swung hard in the other direction once I hit Southeast Asia and reveled in non-stop fun.
Where I’ve Been:
Koh Tao, Thailand (7 days)
Penang, Melaysia (4 days)
Cameron Highlands, Malaysia (1 day)
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia (5 days)
Melaka, Malaysia (2 days)
Halong Bay, Vietnam (3 days)
Hanoi, Vietnam (4 days)
The rest- at home in suburban Michigan!
Koh Tao, as always. The time I spent on Koh Tao this year was a dream. I spent ten days there completing an Advanced Open Water dive course, sipping buckets at beach bars and zooming around on the back of an Aussie guy’s motorbike. And I finally saw a Muay Thai fight- fascinating!
Falling head-over-flip-flops in love with Penang. So I have a new favorite city in Asia- Penang, Malaysia. From the crumbling colonial architecture to the ornate Peranakan mansions to the creative bursts of street art all over the city, I couldn’t have found more to love in Penang.
Finding my favorite hostel in the world. Haven’t been to Reggae Mansion in KL? Go now. Reggae Mansion was literally the best hostel I’ve ever stayed in and I’ve stayed in 60+ hostels around the globe! And I even tried my first karaoke in front of a large crowd at the rooftop bar. (But did you know American Pie is NINE minutes long?)
Another bonus- due to this blog almost all of my accommodation was comped while in Malaysia. Win.
Malay food. Upon arriving in Malaysia, I dove right into the national cuisine, which being a fusion of Indian, Chinese and local Malay food cultures, was downright delicious. I heart hawker centers.
Being adopted by a group of local girls in Melaka. While in Melaka I connected with a local girl and she and her friends essentially adopted me and drove me around to all their favorite food spots. They also taught me how to pray in a Chinese temple which was a very lovely and moving experience.
Eating everything in Vietnam. While I enjoyed the food in Southern Vietnam more than the north, I still relished every opportunity to enjoy my beloved Vietnamese food as much as possible. And at $1.50 for a meal, I indulged often and heartily.
Taking the party cruise in Halong Bay. Sailing through an enormous bay full of limestone karsts surrounded by fun-loving backpackers? Yes, please. The trip was infinitely improved by the great group of people I met on the boat, and we ended up hanging out every night until the end of my stay in Vietnam.
Coming Home. While I was sad to say goodbye to the beer and backpacking lifestyle, home has been wonderful. Each time I come home I’m reminded by what funny, loyal and generous friends and family I have, and it comforts me that no matter how long I’m gone nothing ever changes. I’m a very lucky girl.
The Cameron Highlands. Um, sorry, but the Cameron Highlands were so pointless. Cool, I got to take a picture of a tea plantation. Yawn.
Experiencing yet another creep in the street. Um, why does this keep happening to me? Anyway, this time it was a middle-aged man at a bus stop. As I was slightly tipsy, I screamed profanities at him while my travel buddy tried to pull me away. So vile.
Ripping up my shoulder in Vietnam. Tubing in Halong Bay? BAD idea. I nearly screamed when I hit the water and am still wincing in pain two weeks later. Ouch.
Yeah. So I miss $9 Thai massages with a view of the ocean.
Enough about me! What are you up to this summer?
At the age of 22, I spent a glorious petite année in Paris. I truly had the time of my life which may have had something to do with Paris’ fantastic bar and club scene. I find tourists often overlook Paris’ nightlife- which, it turns out, is on par with many other European capitals.
Rather than recommend specific bars, I want to highlight Paris’ top nightlife districts. And just for the record I’m more a fan of late-night bars than clubs, and I normally head to places where you don’t have to pay cover. (Yep, I was the quintessential broke au pair. No shame.) And when Momondo asked me to become a ‘local ambassador’ for Paris and share my favorite local haunts I thought there was no time like the present to finally share my favorite after-dark spots!
So without further ado, I give you all of my favorite places to party in Paris.
How to get there: (Boulevard Poissonnière, metro stop Grand Boulevards)
Grands Boulevards is a hopping 9th arrondissement neighborhood with many large, multi-level bars and clubs lining Boulevard Poissonnière in Paris’ (a large percentage happen to be Irish pubs, for some unknown reason). Grands Boulevards is a great place to meet both expats and locals, and due to the proximity of all the clubs it’s easy to bar-hop there.
Tip- if you’re in Grands Boulevards during the day there are many beautiful 19th century arcades around such as Passage Jouffroy and La Galerie Vivienne.
How to get there: (Rue Oberkampf, metro stop Parmentier or Oberkampf)
Oberkampf is my absolute favorite place in Paris for a night out. It’s filled with trendy, mid-size bars big enough to dance in but intimate enough you can always find your friends. From top hits pop music at Café Charbon to sultry, jazz-dancing at L’Alimentation Générale, Oberkampf has a range of late-night dance spots frequented by a more mature crowd than Bastille or Grands Boulevards.
How to get there: (Rue de Lappe, metro stop Bastille or Ledru-Rollin)
Looking for a rowdy, early-twenty something party scene? Welcome to Bastille. On the Rue de Lappe the music is loud, the drinks are strong and the crowd is young, boisterous and slightly douchey. If you steer clear of Rue de Lappe you can find more grown-up spots like Barrio Latino- but be warned, the drinks are obscenely over-priced!
During the warmer months, the Seine is the ideal place to pre-game, socialize and practice your French. While I wouldn’t spend the entire night there, I would definitely head there around 10 p.m. with a few bottles of cider and a whole bunch of friends. Head to the quay near Notre Dame- it’s always bustling!
Important tips for going out in Paris:
The metro closes at 2 p.m. best it’s best to get there around 1:30 a.m., some lines close earlier than others. You can also take the Noctilien, Paris’ night bus.
Parisians dress fairly sharp when they go out but you still don’t need six-inch stilettos. (I used to wear booties or black suede boots- no dancing ’til dawn in painful heels for me!)
Pre-drink hard. In Paris drinks are expensive, at around eight euros a cocktail. They add up quickly!
Don’t feel ashamed if you indulge in a late-night Nutella sandwich… (It happens to the best of us.)
or a hangover-curing McDonalds feast the next morning.
On a final note this is basically the French version of my friends and I on a night out in Paris:
Where are your favorite places to party in Paris?
Hey lovelies! Guess who’s back in the beautiful US of A? This blogger.
Life is good- I’m happy to be home, as always, but I won’t lie- I’m feeling the post-Asia blues a bit more acutely than usual. Life here is just so much more expensive and boring (no offense, Michigan!), and I miss the chaos and the cheap beer and the plastic stools of Southeast Asia.
The best part of being home- my little brother and sister.
Regardless, now that I’m home the blog is back on! I’ve missed blogging a ton in the last four months, and not having my laptop definitely changed my travels for better and for worse.
And while I’m trying to stay grateful and enjoy the moment, my head is clouded with worry: worry about finding a job, settling down (or not?) and especially about replenishing my very lean bank accounts. (How one can spend $3,000 dollars in one month in Southeast Asia is a mystery to me, but here I stand.)
I’ve never had less of a plan than I do right now, and the world is truly my oyster- my current job hunt stretches from Shanghai to Paris to San Francisco. I may be anywhere in a year.
Anyway, enough about me- how are you guys? How are your summers going so far? Any travel plans?
Tons and tons of bisous,
Hey guys! It’s official- I miss blogging. So let’s get started shall we? And of course, Happy Father’s Day to all the awesome dads out there!
Ah, Madrid. The food-obsessed, neo-baroque, oh-so-español Spanish capital that always makes me want to uproot my life and speak nothing but Spanish and eat nothing but pata negra for the rest of my days. While Madrid will never be my favorite Spanish city (I’m more of a Sevilla kind of girl), I loved my fourth visit to Madrid this spring, despite the uncharacteristically drizzly weather. Which naturally, had quite a bit to do with my roommates: the lovely Julika of Sateless Suitcase, Amanda of Farsickness and Jessica of Curiosity Travels. All of whom are my new favorite people. And of course, our super cute, travel-theme apartment provided by Go With Oh also played a part in making our long weekend away even more wonderful. Here are some insta-shots of what made our Madrid weekend so special.
Our tree-lined residential street…
Our first night as a group! With cocktails in hand, naturally…
Blessedly our neighborhood even had a jamón ibérico shop… my favorite food EVER)
The one site we saw… hey, this was my fourth visit to Madrid, remember?
Croquetas with beer. Heaven.
A night out at Kapital, a seven-story nightclub. We clean up nice, huh? And yes, that’s free champagne.
Churros con chocolate for lunch… When in Madrid?
The best hangover cure in the world. For serious.
So there you have it! My favorite shots from Madrid. Which is your favorite? Flying from London to Madrid like yours truly? Use www.gatwickparking.com!
Hey! Welcome to the third update of Traipsing Round the Globe, a real-time recap of my round-the-world trip! Check out months one and two if you haven’t read them yet.
Hey guys! This round-up is coming to you from the idyllic island of Koh Tao, my favorite spot is Thailand! As usual I’m finding it hard to leave- I’ve already been here four days and am planning on staying at least another three. Whoops.
Where I’ve Been:
Rishikesh, India (11 days)
The Himalayas (Uttarkhand) (11 days)
Bangkok (4 days)
Koh Tao (4 days)
Becoming a certified yoga teacher!
This month I wrapped up my 30-day Yoga Teacher Training and guess what- I’m now certified to teach yoga! Yoga has seriously made such a difference in my life- from helping me control my anxiety to keeping me strong and flexible. I don’t feel ready to be a teacher just yet, but someday I can’t wait to share the gift of yoga with others.
And while I sadly had to bid adieu to my incredible classmates, I also got to say goodbye to two-hour vinyasa classes on 110-degree days. Dear God. Also I won’t lie- I was happy to leave the cow-shit and fly-ridden streets of Rishikesh far, far behind.
Trekking the Himalayas.
This one was a literal high- a high of more than 14,000 feet to be exact! I’m not sure if I’ve fleshed this out fully, but I’m not hugely into camping- in fact, this nine-day Himalayan trek was my second ever camping trip! So I was super proud of myself when I managed to survive the world’s highest mountain range. While there were days when I was practically dragging myself to camp (namely, the eight-hour, almost all uphill day when I got sunstroke, yay), most days I was just soaking in the Middle Earth-esque views and having a blast with my fellow trekkers.
Three nights of luxury in Delhi and Agra.
And after a bare-bones month in rural India and nine days not showering in the mountains, a girl deserves a little luxury, right? So my two travel buddies and I pooled our Starpoints and rupees for some pretty swanky digs: Le Meridien and Leela Palace in Delhi. Leela Palace was utter luxury- from piles of white lilies and a string quartet in the lobby to beds fit for a sultan to unsolicited lemon iced tea being literally delivered on a silver tray, this hotel was the perfect break from the grit and grime of the five weeks previous.
Seeing the Taj Majal at sunrise.
See above. Gorgeous, right? While the Taj was admittedly quite out of the way, overall its beauty made the hassle well worth it.
Re-embracing civilization in Bangkok.
Um, post-India Bangkok might has well have been Boston. I spent my first day in Bangkok strolling the swanky Siam Paragon mall, perusing H&M and swilling a vanilla latte. Joy. And okay fine, I did some serious damage on my credit card at the Bobbi Brown counter- budget be damned.
Also after 5+ weeks of fan-rooms, AC felt like a thousand tiny angels all kissing my skin all at once. Glorious.
Becoming a beach bum on Koh Tao.
My Koh Tao schedule: wake up to poached eggs and fresh-squeezed pineapple juice, bathe in the warm, turquoise-blue waters, read Game of Thrones, drink Chang(s), meet friends for dinner on the beach, fall asleep to the waves crashing to the shore. Repeat ad infinitum.
White-water rafting on the Ganges.
My Indian white-water rafting experience was insanity: manning a raft full of fully-clothed Indians who couldn’t swim, hearing the shrieks of a terrified, soaking wet infant, watching a mottled-blue human torso drift by. Um, who brings a 10-month old on a raft? WTF?
Dealing with the administration at my yoga school.
Let’s just say I did not leave on good terms with the owner and to be honest I wouldn’t recommend the school (or to be honest the city, Rishikesh) to anyone who wants to do their Yoga Teacher Training abroad. Post soon.
Blood blisters and high-altitude sunburn in the Himalayas.
Em yeah. I would’ve hoped I was made of more solid stuff but apparently I have a fairly delicate composition. Ouch.
Flying into a country with martial law.
Oh, so you know how Thailand is under control of the military, has a curfew and is under martial law? I flew here anyway. And while the only repercussion was that I couldn’t enjoy Bangkok nightlife as I would’ve wanted, it was still a possibly risky decision to come here. Oh and for the record- there’s no curfew on Koh Tao!
Blowing way too much money.
So I’m now traveling with an (awesome) friend who works as an i-banker in NYC- soooo my budget isn’t quite as water-tight as usual. To be honest I’m not too worried though- I’ll be home within a month anyway!
Not knowing what’s next.
Right now it feels like one chapter of my life is closing and another is beginning, which leaves me feeling more melancholy than I would have thought. As much as I want to start my career and settle down somewhere (and have a freaking apartment of my own, finally!), I know I’ll miss these carefree globe-trotting years of my life.
So enough about me! What were your May adventures? Any shenanigans? Spill in the comments.
So sadly this monthly update will feature very few photos as Indian wifi is sluggish at best. But check out my daily-ish postings on Instagram for more photos of daily life in India, @ashleyabroad! Also I wanted to let readers who have sent me emails or comments with questions that I am won´t be able to respond until this summer when I´m home in the U.S. Sorry for any inconvenience!
Wow. The past month has run quite the gamut from the cobblestones of Paris to the cow-pie covered alleys of India. Even more so than usual, this month has been a trip.
Returning to Paris at the beginning of the month was undoubtedly lovely, but did raise a few questions in my mind such as, “Do I truly love this city and want to come back, or did I just love the friends and experiences I had here?” Pondering aside, it was wonderful to see friends, devour steak frites and sip wine in the Paris’ many parks.
And India- what to say about India. India is sweltering, stinky, colorful and chaotic. On some level I think I was ill-prepared for this place as I honestly have never been anywhere that is cheaper or dirtier. Yet India is undoubtedly fascinating and one of my favorite parts of my yoga teacher training is learning about Hinduism and Indian culture.
Where I´ve Been:
Paris (7 days)
Delhi (2 days)
Rishikesh (around three weeks!)
Hey, there´s just something about Paris in the springtime, right? I can´t wait to start blogging about my time Paris- from new discoveries like the Hemingway-esque cocktail bar and restaurant, Café de l´Industrie, to old haunts like the lush Parc Monceau, one of my favorite picnic spots.
And plus, I got to speak tons of French while in Paris as I was staying with a French friend. As you guys know I´m a huge language nerd so I was thrilled about that.
Doing 4-5 hours of yoga a day.
After six weeks of over-indulging and neglecting physical activity in Europe, it was so nice to hit the mat. And in India, I´m in the studio for hours each day. My iron-tight hamstrings are slowly but surely beginning to stretch!
Living like a queen. Um, let’s just say India makes Thailand look like Switzerland. The other night I went out for dinner with two friends, and we ordered a veritable feast: fresh-squeezed juice, nan, an appetizer, nan, three main courses and tea. The total only came to about $2 USD each!
Reading up a storm. Although I’m normally a fairly prolific reader, recently I’ve been devouring more great reads than usual- in India I read 4-5 hours a day! Also can someone please explain how it took me this long to discover Game of Thrones?
Feeling the love from five thousand miles away. My parents sent me a package all the way to India! In addition to sorely needed supplies like vitamin C and power bars, each of my family members also enclosed a hand-written note! I really do have the best fam ever.
Spending quality time with an old friend and meeting an incredible group of people at my Yoga Teacher Training. I headed to India with my good friend McCall, who happens to be one of my favorite travel buddies of all time. (We studied abroad in Argentina together and she visited me in Paris one summer!) McCall and I got so lucky with our yoga teacher training group in India- whether we’re meditating under the stars or dining alongside the Ganges, we’re probably laughing our heads off!
Feeling frustrated. India can be extraordinarily frustrating: there are power outages 10-15 times a day (at least), running water is intermittent and virtually nothing runs on time or smoothly. It gets really old at times, to be honest.
Eating the most monotonous diet ever. I literally can barely look at rice and lentils anymore. Let’s just say I was not cut out to be a vegetarian- plus, I have random bruises all over my body for the first time in my life!
Doubting myself. This Yoga Teacher Training has been a blast but there have also been challenges, most of which are on account of my own mind. My mind here in India is endlessly running, wondering where the next year will take me and if I’m ready for a “normal” life. Ugh.
Monkey business. And on a less serious note monkeys are taking over my life. They attacked McCall and I on a morning run, routinely hop into the classroom and wake me up in the morning by jumping against our window. I hate monkeys.
How could you not love these Hindu cows? There are SO. MANY. cows roaming the streets of Rishikesh, and they truly do rule the roads- good luck getting into a convenience shop when a thick-horned bull is standing guard!