Roaming the Vatican Museums

I got myself the Omnia Vatican & Rome pass 3 Days Pass while I was there. I did my research and concluded that despite the hefty price I paid, this all in one card would be worth it (it was 94 euros!). I am not advertising for them, but this card included all the top…

Itinerary: 7 weeks in Western Europe

Week 1 Paris – 5 Days. The museums in Paris are extensive. And the architecture is one that will bring you right back to neo-classical European. Consider getting the Paris Pass to skip the queues when entering attractions (be prepared to queue up to an hour and half when visiting the Louvre without this pass…

Coin-tossing at Trevi Fountain

The Fontana di Trevi – or Trevi Fountain in English – is a fountain in Rome, Italy. It is the largest Baroque fountain in the city and one of the top must-sees of tourists when in Rome. A traditional legend holds that if visitors throw a coin into the fountain, they are ensured a return…

Losing my phone in Rome

I was shopping in Rome’s Via del Corso, one of the main street’s in historical centre of Rome when it happened. Lured by cheap, new clothes – I walked into one of the shops despite my aching feet after a long day of walking on cobbled paths. It was instantaneous actually. I was texting a friend.…

Drinking with a Canadian in Munich

They say that in life, you are bound to have life-changing conversations. I find this statement flawed; how does one instance change you with such absoluteness? I abhor objective deals but I find that in Munich, I really did encounter a life-changing 4 hour conversation. His name is Aarron – this is not a misspell…

Your life in a backpack

There’s a sense of security when your whole life is packed into a 45 litre backpack. You start to realise a few things. Among them – that you need so little to survive and to live. That you actually don’t need that many bags, shoes or clothes in the first place; they were varying desires,…

Paris Series Part 1: Place Monge, a place for Crepes.

Taken from ParisAvant.com Walking on the cobbled streets of Place Monge remains one of my best kept memories of Paris. Situated in the 5th arrondissement, I remember the clear silence that permeates the square and the whistling of leaves, urging me to discover their centuries old secret. My uncle has been raving to me about the…