Lusting after these gorgeous photos of the Amalfi Coast by Lark & Linen.
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Far from a simple adage when speaking of monsoon season in Cambodia. We had a few scattered showers over May, but this past week the rain has increased 10 fold, culminating in the last 3 days which we’ve had multiple torrential downpours every day. And by “torrential” I mean enough to drench your entire body in 30 seconds and to flood the streets in 5 minutes. Attempting to get anything done is a feat of will on these days when you have no idea if the moment you step out of your house the skies will open up and swallow you whole.
Unfortunately, Phnom Penh suffers from poor urban planning and consequently the advent of rainy season here inevitably entails coming to terms with the deluge of street floods. I quite enjoy a downpour here and there, especially when you still get sunny mornings as we usually do. However, having to wade through dirty (probably slightly toxic) flood water for 5 blocks in the rain just to find a tuk tuk last night was less than ideal. Though I suppose this all adds to the bizarre, inexplicable charm of this darling city of mine. Learning to cope with the extreme weather fluctuations becomes a game of timing…. testing how long you have to make it to the nearest cafe or bar as the storm clouds roll in so that you can weather the storm with a glass of wine in hand. So…
“Hello Monsoon Season! Lets make this the best one yet!
Happy Hour at 5?”
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can’t do a handstand–
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said–
I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head.
– Shel Silverstein (1930-1999)
Loving these gorgeous photos of Yelapa, Mexico by talented, Mexico-based photographer, Jillian Mitchell. These are from a wedding she photographed last fall and I’ve been obsessed since stumbling upon them. Yelapa is a tiny, remote fishing village just 20 miles south of Puerto Vallarta. Located in a small, mountainous inlet, the village has no roads, no cars and is most easily accessed by a 45 minute boat ride. Though it may not have the best beaches in Mexico, the mountains cascading down to the water front make for a beautiful view and much of the charm comes from its remoteness. This is likely what initially drew the likes of Bob Dylan and Dennis Hopper to its rocky shores and secluded villas. The wedding took place at Verana, a gorgeous boutique hotel perched up in the hills overlooking the sea.
If you enjoy the photography, be sure to check out Jillian’s tumblr as well.
Abandon me in the vineyards, I beg of you.
Salvador is the capital of the northeastern Brazilian state of Bahia. Bahia is one of Brazil’s largest, most populous and most diverse regions. It is also one of the country’s poorest states and has been at the whim of Sao Paulo politics for decades. That said, Bahians have a distinct cultural and regional identity, especially as a heart of Afro-Brazilian culture, that they have fought tooth and nail to mantain and thus it is one of the best places to experience Brazil’s famously vibrant yet insouciant lifestyle. Salvador was the Portuguese capital of Brazil until the late 1700’s and has retained much of it’s European architecture in its historic center.
Much to my surprise, I LOVED Macau. Initially I was expecting just a little bit of Portuguese heritage buildings and a lot of gaudy casinos. Yes, the casinos are definitely there, but the historical district is largely removed so its easy to forget that you’re in the city that turns out the world’s largest gambling revenue (yes, even higher than Vegas). I spent a day and a half just wandering the (extremely) narrow, winding streets and exploring 18th century Portuguese churches, theaters libraries, etc. I was really struck by how well the city has retained its colonial architecture and that the Portuguese presence is still keenly felt. All the streets are marked in both Chinese and Portuguese, wines from Portugal are featured on every menu and every block has a small Portuguese bakery with delicious shortbread style cookies and famous egg tarts.
My first impressions of Hong Kong on the other hand… have been a little less luminous. Thus far to me it feels very, for lack of a better word, corporate. That said, it was also raining yesterday and I spent all day riding the tram downtown and mostly exploring Causeway Bay and Central. A plus side however, is that I have been blown away at how friendly and welcoming Hong Kong-ers are. Despite being in a hectic, fast paced business district people have been eager and willing to help me with directions and strike up a conversation.
Today’s goal is to find some charming local districts and of course do the whole Victoria Harbor shindig. And to eat copious amounts of DIM SUM.
To anyone out there who follow this blog (haha, I know there are a few of you) I’ll be traveling in Hong Kong and Sri Lanka for the next few weeks so my posts may be a bit sporadic. I’m bringing my computer though, so I’ll do my best to keep up with it.
Also, to those of you in the blogosphere that have been to either of these places, I welcome your tips 🙂
A few weeks ago London was blanketed in an unexpected snowstorm. I have no problem with snow. In fact, I love it. I grew up in the Rocky Mountains where there was at least 3-4 feet of snow on the ground for most of the winter. However, having also lived in New York, I now also understand what a pain in the ass it is to be in an urban city that doesn’t receive much snow. Apparently London handles it just as poorly as New York and life comes to a near stop once there are a couple of inches of snow on the ground.
Still, looking at this picture, its hard to deny how pretty a city sprinkled in white can be. And since its been so hot here in Cambodia as of late, I wouldn’t mind laying out and making snow angels.
Daydreaming about tiled mosques and Persian food in Shiraz.
Jackson Lake in Grand Teton National Park, just outside of Jackson Hole (where I grew up)