The overnight sleeper train was an adventure in and of itself. The last one I took must have been when I was less than 10 years old, of which I have hardly any memory of. I shared a berth with a very lovely old lady, Jinapa, who was on her way back to her hometown in Hatyai…

My one day stopover in Bangkok turned into three days of rest. Just as I was enjoying Thai massages and artisanal coffee around the city, unexpected warnings of an impending flood in the south started appearing, promising to douse my joyful return with monsoon rains…

After riding daily in Thailand for almost three weeks now, something curious popped out at me. Despite the insane amount of traffic in the cities, not to mention the long hours of jam, there was hardly any anxiety or stress on the roads…

After wandering around Chiang Mai for a few days, I decided I had had enough of the roaming lifestyle for a while and planned to head back towards familiarity. This stage is perhaps my favourite part of every trip. I name it “the space in between spaces”, where we are neither firmly in one spot nor the other.

Interspersed among its rolling hills and towering mountains are various cascading waterfalls and flowing rivers, guaranteeing a geography that inspires as much as it soothes. It was among such nature that I decided to spend my time there, riding around without any plans.

Today my meanderings took me towards an idyllic little village called Mae Kampong. Nestled among the verdant forests east of Chiang Mai and surrounded by lush greenery, it is a perfect escape for those living in the cities…

The mountain roads got progressively cooler and the air became fresher. I reached Chiang Mai as the sun was setting; Chiang Mai, the place I was ever-so-curious about since my teenage years. I was so grateful to…

After staying here for three days, I became quite a familiar face. I think the hotel staff were all very amused by my antics. I’m not sure what it is but these issues trail me wherever, in particular, almost every hotel room I’ve stayed in had issues with the light bulbs…

The aroma of freshly ground coffee lingered in the air, blending with soft soul melodies. Jalen Ngonda’s “Come around and love me” was playing in the background; his heartfelt lyrics and soft emotive vocals evoking of introspection, bittersweetness and longing within me…

As I headed out of the sleepy Isthmus into the outskirts of Bangkok, people gradually came alive with energy and passion. The difference can be felt quite noticeably while interacting with people at the petrol stations.

Seeing the Thai-Myanmar border sign and realising that Myanmar is not actually that far away from Singapore, puts things into perspective, that life could actually be that drastically different, even though we’re barely miles apart.

Today is the first time in my life heading outside of Hatyai and Bangkok. After a hearty breakfast at the Home cafe, I headed out onto Route 4. My anticipation and excitement slowly ebbed to a mediated flow as the day went on.

I often look for places with artisanal, filter coffee because they represent a cozy, sensory friendly nook where I can recharge from the overstimulation of being in a bustling city. Plus real baristas have keen senses and appreciate the finer qualities of life.

As my second time riding into Thailand, I waltzed through the customs like a seasoned traveler, knowing the steps to take, what papers to give them and the process for importing my motorbike in. Additionally, I found out…

When I saw the old man immovably sitting by the benches, it brought to mind the perfect manifestation of what it means to be present and to exist in the moment itself; needing nothing at all yet becoming everything that we always wanted to be…

Life feels like it has come a full circle for me. I feel like I've lived and died and lived again. To understand the fragility of life, means to know what it is to be alive. The youthful frivolous confidence…

Of all the amazing places on earth, from awe-inspiring to beautiful, nothing calls to me like the desert winds. As if rebelling against the conventions of society, the vast, empty expanse of sandy dunes paints for me an unscripted life, full of budding potential and freedom…

I stood captivated by their energetic exchange, Salim passionately sharing his favourite poets’ works and Irmgard sparring along, the conversation falling naturally in step, despite us all meeting for the first time…

Even though we were in an exposed area on the highest hilltop in Athens, the evening winds muffled out everyone's voices, giving a sense of privacy and containment. Elsie was uneasy about the dark despite…