The truth is I'm still going through that supposedly selfish "Discovery of Self" phase. But how long or temporary (or permanent?) is a phase anyway? And who says discovery of self is selfish?
I dunno if I wrote it in a blog or if I tweeted it (follow me! @DiedreViaLife <---shameless plug) but I currently live beside a strip club as well as a swingers club. Yes, that's right, the place where couples go to exchange partners, sexual favours and/or dance. And so the story begins... Once upon a … Continue reading Big Boobs, Strip Clubs, Call Me Maybe?
Striking for the French is a rite of passage, a beloved past-time...an art form. Striking in France is a rite of passage, a beloved past-time...an art form. This time Garbage Collectors went on strike. Here's what the stink was all about...
I could not - would not - pass on this opportunity to see #oilmoney in action. But WOW Kuwait is... hmmm... how do I describe it? An elaborate mix of concrete and sand, with mini-hotels as houses.
Travelling as a Jamaican can be a nightmare. You know normally you plan a trip or vacation the first things that you think about are money, time, accommodation, fun. What do I worry about? Visas.
Second trip in India!!!! Welcome to Jog Falls - India’s 2nd highest plunge waterfall - and it is found in my home state of Karnataka in southern India. The gang (4 French, 1 Colombian and a Jamaican) stayed “close” to home this weekend but of course we went touring. When I say “close” I’m speaking in what we jokingly … Continue reading Jog Falls, India – Plunge Waterfalls of the World
Ah yes the famous Indian Auto Rickshaw. Auto rickshaw drivers, at least in my community in Mangalore, seem to be kindred spirits with the robot taxi drivers back home in Jamaica. Rickshaw drivers have done some of the most daring things I have seen in my life. Not to mention, the exposed structure of the auto rickshaw itself! And in my experience, something crazy usually happens every morning on my way to work.
Living in India has its perks and one of these is living with a group of expats who are as intrigued with the Indian landscape as you are. Every chance we get at a long weekend, we try to visit a new city. This week I travelled to Hampi - a famous holy city in the south of India. What could go wrong on a 12 hour bus ride?
Nothing to make light of but not severe enough to make a big deal, but I moved to India and got quickly sexually harassed. I was making my way on the overnight bus from Mangalore to Hampi when:
As a Jamaican, I feel compelled to try out KFC in whatever country I’m in. Now I’ve had KFC in Jamaica...this is a cultural, spiritual and patriotic rite of passage for all Jamaicans, Ok!? OK. Other countries where I have gorged on KFC are the USA, UK, France and now India. These are my findings: