Conveniently located just off of the Chitlom stop on the BTS Sky Train, Erawan Shrine is a must see destination for tourists in Bangkok. You can actually smell and hear the shrine before you see the statue itself. Incense and smoke waft down the street and the heady scent of flowers combine with the heat of the day. The sound of Thai chanting and the faint jingle of bells grows louder as you approach, and finally the scene explodes in a riot of color and chaos. Local dance groups are stationed around the shrine singing and performing traditional dances in brightly colored fabrics. Continue reading
This Saturday is the last installment of the Museum of Modern Art’s PS1 Summer Warm Up Series for 2014. Located in Long Island City, Queens, just a short subway ride from Manhattan and Brooklyn, the PS1 Warm Up series offers New Yorkers and tourists the chance to explore art through installations, music, and design both inside the actual museum, and through displays and sounds in the courtyard.
This year was the first time I attended the Governors Island Jazz Age Lawn Party. I have always loved the 1920’s, so this was quite a surreal experience watching throngs of people right out of Boardwalk Empire walk up the gangway to the free ferry between Manhattan’s southern tip and Governors Island. Everyone was dressed in period style attire from ropes of pearls and hats full of feathers, to beaded dresses and vintage slips. It was a sartorial feast, to say the least.
After spending so much time traveling through Europe, SouthEast Asia, the Middle East, and South America, I realized that something was missing. Along my travels I would meet people who would inevitably ask me about life in New York, and in America in general. While growing up I did take the typical family road trips to Tennessee, Florida, and the Grand Canyon; overall I realized that I really don’t know that much about the country that I am from.
So I have made a decision to get to know America a bit better.
A dusty Combi hurtled down the winding mountain roads of Peru, jam packed with 10 backpackers and their gear. It was seven hours until midnight, and the impending start of 2012. As the mountains rose and fell with each peak, I felt dwarfed by not only the landscape, but by my existence in the world. If the Mayans were right, and the world really will end this year, then my decision to backpack through Peru was the right one. Seize the moments and all that.
I had joined a group a fellow couchsurfers to ring in the new year in Lunahuana, a small town off the southern coast of Peru, renowned for its Pisco distilleries and adventure sports. Alcohol and thrills, the perfect way to usher in the new year. Continue reading