Along with a Great Barrier Reef scenic flight, a Whitsundays sailing trip was one of those *Australia Must-Dos* that I ignored when I was here back in 2006 – partially because I was too busy galavanting in the Outback instead, but mostly I was hesitant to test my propensity for motion sickness.
I’ve visited my sister in Boston numerous times in the past 7 years, ever since she started school at BU – but only ONCE have I been to Boston in the summer.
I didn’t plan much beyond excessive coffee consumption and decompression from 5 months of backpacking in Asia for my 2.5 weeks in London en route home – but one thing I knew I wanted to do was take a boat trip on the Thames.
Crammed in the back of a local minivan in a sea of Lao people, I dozed in and out of sleep while we crawled from the Thai/Lao border to Luang Namtha.
When you think of Vietnam, what comes to mind?
I always pictured colorful markets, women in conical hats, and people working and living on the river. So not surprisingly, spending time in the Mekong Delta region was an absolute must-do for me – and it ended up being one of the highlights of my entire 2013 Asia trip.
This probably sounds bad, but I only went to Cambodia to kill time until my broken camera was fixed. While I was in Bangkok, Canon told me they’d likely complete the repair in 1-2 weeks, so I figured it made the most sense to hop over to Cambodia, loop through Siem Reap – Phnom Penh – Sihanoukville, and then back around through Thailand and into Bangkok.
This is a story about two very unlikely events – both happening on a boat, both happening to me.
(It’s also a long-winded account of the Maya Bay Sleep Aboard experience.)