A Dutch Traveller

Stories involving me and all that stands on the path I travel on

At the airport near Amsterdam, the haul of hell to come had shaped its form through the airline Lufthansa declining my attempt at checking in due to a lack of proof of exit. Naive me had been cocksure that, similar to the precedent visit, no…

A (dreadful) journey into Thailand

Initially, I welcomed my girlfriend at Penang’s airport with Grab at dial. This was after roughly 2 months apart, which, for us, is a relative short period. Bearing smiles we had tread into our apartment and embraced our new, temporary home to give that ‘living…

A journey of Malaysia

Though most of my praising of Malaysia is aimed at its cuisine, they don’t excel at all dishes and since my words of appraisal hardly suffice, I decided to go the opposite direction with a glance in their world of Western food. On this side…

The day our taste buds suffered

Passing the friendly guards, you’d head to the right to curve around the main building and into the second with the big letter ‘B’. An elevator ride later and you find yourself on the fifteenth floor, from which you can see the distant wavy water…

Our home away

If only I had burned out some months before and Malaysia would have gotten more credit. But no, my burnout peaked after a late post on the Philippines and with that, Malaysia was already in the past. Three whole months wrapped up in a single…

Malaysia; The credit it deserves

Previously, I wrote a bit about my history of work. Jobs I had, but never truly felt happy with. I finished the post with noting I found another place where I’d work until meeting my dearest in wonderful Malaysia where before departure I had found…

Fear of Job Commitment

For those returning to my blog for the tales of my travelling endeavours, sit tight as this week’s post won’t be taking you away to another exotic, far-away country, but takes a wander around inside my head. Though most of the times I hardly know…

A tangible cloud

The thought of a plane awaiting her at the runway loomed over her as our final month had commenced. Sudden combustions would ignite her mind and cause her eyes to bawl tears of sadness with the passing of days. Her eyes plead and begged for…

Amsterdams allurement

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Stuffed inside a car on a late April’s morning, the four of us along with a drooling shih tzu headed for the well-known Keukenhof infamous for the fields and paintings of tulips. Perhaps too well-known, as the man blasting from the radio told of traffic…

Keukenhof, a could-visit

Known as the Dutch Venice to those coming from afar was to me a place of drinking sour milk and getting slobbering kisses as the nearby town of attraction correlates to that of my grandmother’s home. Back in the day, we’d eat our sweetly custard…

Dutch Venice and its sour inhabitants

Laying on my back at the bottom of the bunk bed, I watched the upper bed through my slightly opened eyelids. I was slowly returning from a dream, awakened by a soothing, serene sound. Tiny droplets fell with the thousands onto the canvas of the…

A Filipina on Vlieland

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At last, the tiny Filipina hidden behind her trolley rolled through the gate with tired eyes and a dreary face that screamed to have gone through hell. Short domestic flights with her hand tightly gripped into her lover’s had been an anxiety-riddled adventure. One must…

Welcoming her home

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The sun was on its final breaths as we entered the woods. None of us had felt anything yet and we marched on, heading towards an open field some minutes away. An hour before, I had wrestled myself into a jacket and coat, shot passed…

A psychedelic experience

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Returning home after a year and a half of travelling and working had been one of the strangest feelings I have had. Upon arrival, my father had been at the airport along with my younger brother whom had shot up into the sky over the…

Grateful for my home of family and friends

The Pakistanis did not leave their habits at home as they took off from the Islamabad airport. I noticed this when upon landing in Dubai, the insides of the air-plane at seemed as if someone had run by with a torn garbage bag. Despite the…

Dubai Airport

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