Flying budget airlines is like entering a different culture: you learn their ways and follow suit … or go home.
I get hosed by Travelex … again.
With this, I close the book on New Zealand … until next time.
All this money, all this time, all this travel, to do what?
There is probably only one thing I can complain about in New Zealand.
I had no idea these things existed.
Beautiful. Almost too beautiful.
There is no such thing as right angles in nature … or in New Zealand’s road network.
It wasn’t a conventional place to stay the night, but it worked.
We traveled into the Puketi forest and found a little more of the prime directive of tourism than we perhaps bargained for.
The ride to the airport to go to country number 83: Brunei.
How I to go about these projects.
“Soon, this place, everything you see here, will be no more.”
Moving on up …
Yeah, don’t throw it out, turn off the lights …
Just like what momma used to make.
The Vagabond Journey brand is being ripped off, but I have no idea why.
I step into the epicenter of Malaysia’s new city movement.
I know what I’m missing.
The making of a traditional Malaysian food.