A Foggy Morning in Positano
The next morning in we awoke to a heavy fog that encapsulated the upper parts of the village. It gave the scenery an eerie feeling – the perfectly “gloomy” vibe that makes virtually… Continue reading
The next morning in we awoke to a heavy fog that encapsulated the upper parts of the village. It gave the scenery an eerie feeling – the perfectly “gloomy” vibe that makes virtually… Continue reading
Upon leaving Christchurch, we headed to Lake Tekapo via Ashburn and Fairlie. Along the way, we picked up a nice hitchhiker named Daniel. He looked a lot like a hippie Jesus, with his… Continue reading
Though not the most peaceful-sounding name in the world, Sagada is an oasis from the maniacle machinery of Manila. As you walk down the steep road by dozens of guest houses, weaving and… Continue reading