There was a ton of buzz last month when a pop-up cat cafe opened for a week on the Bowery. Seriously, this thing was like front page news, with people live-tweeting updates about how long the wait times were and how far the line was wrapping around the block. I’m pretty sure I saw one publication that called the cafe’s doorman/bouncer “the most powerful man in New York”. It was an Event.
I probably would have been swept up in all the hoopla myself (standing on a 4-hour line to pet cats? I’ve done crazier things), except that in total hipster fashion, I went to a cat cafe before they were cool. Continue reading
7-Eleven may have originated in the States, but let’s face it, the ones here are pretty beat. You go in if you’re on a road trip and need snacks or are otherwise desperate for sustenance and/or cigarettes. We didn’t even have them here in New York until a few years ago and trust me, we weren’t missing anything. Let’s face it, no one is going in there and eating the hot dogs out of choice. The only reason to stop in is a slurpee, right? And then half the time the machine isn’t even working.
I spent 3 days in Tokyo, Japan as a stopover on my way to Bangkok last November. Though I was only there for a brief stay, I tried to see and do as much as possible in that time and the city made quite an impact on me. Here are some quick first impressions, scribbled down in my notebook about 24 hours after arriving: Continue reading
I enjoyed my first taste of solo travel in Colombia so much that I had barely settled back in at home in NY before I was itching to go somewhere again. It took nearly a year before I got my chance. Though I’d researched dozens of destinations in the meantime and planned out all different types of trips and itineraries in my head, when it came time to book a ticket I decided on a whim to go to Southeast Asia. Continue reading
I was lucky enough to be in Barranquilla for the first day of the 2013 Carnaval, though I had to fly home to New York the second day so I couldn’t participate in the rest of the week’s festivities. That one day gave me enough of a sampling of the event that I can’t wait to go back sometime and stay for the whole thing! We went to the parade and partied all day, then took a quick nap before partying all night. I caught a private shuttle at 7am the next morning without sleeping that took me straight to the Cartagena airport for my flight home. Continue reading
Tayrona is understandably one of the most popular attractions on the Caribbean coast of Colombia. Here’s what you should definitely bring to the park to make your experience a good one: Continue reading
Minca is one of those small towns that the Lonely Planet barely devotes a page to, so it was never part of my itinerary. I had barely even heard of the place until meeting Jay in Santa Marta, and it turned out that he owned a hostel up there in the Sierra Nevada mountains. After traveling with him and Susan to Tayrona, where I picked his brain about what Minca was like, I decided I should see it for myself and we decided to meet there in a couple days. Continue reading
I don’t know if it’s because it’s a beach town full of tourists seeking the comforts of home or what, but I found quite a few eerily familiar products and restaurants in Santa Marta.
First there was Carambolo, a frozen yogurt place that definitely seems based on the Pinkberry/Red Mango business model:
It was delicious though, and froyo was exactly what we needed after a hot day getting lost in the local market and haggling over hammock prices. I also ended up learning a new word there: jengibre (ginger). Continue reading
I am a huge cat lover, and I seem to be always coming across them (and taking photos!) on the road when I travel. Here are just a few of the cats I met in Colombia:
This little guy beat me up and down the hill every day while I was staying at Casa Loma in Minca.
[This is Part 3 of my Tayrona adventure. Part 1 can be found here and Part 2 here.]
So when I left off last I had been crowing about how I scored the last available hammock in the mirador for the night. I may have celebrated that victory a bit too quickly though, because those fancy hammocks are up at the top of this big rock formation and right over the water, and it was absolutely freezing once the sun went down! Plus, my amazing luck meant that it took until that exact day, nearly two weeks into my trip, for the traveler’s sickness to hit and that was the furthest area from the camp restroom. It also meant a somewhat treacherous climb in the dark over slippery rocks. (Seriously guys, bring a flashlight, no matter where in Tayrona you end up staying.) Continue reading