This is a post about why travelling hard and fast in your 20s doesn’t buy you a place in the new cool. The likelihood is you wind up in quarter-life crisis with a bruised passport and nothing else. But, maybe you are the exception. Maybe you will make it to the Forbes Billionaire List for quitting your full-time job to travel the world. And right, you couldn’t care less about the money and the prestige? You believe that true wealth comes from these worldly adventures you have, don’t you? That’s all fine if you are planning on moving to another planet darling because the last time I checked, there’s no one country on earth that goes by that currency.
You take time off work, dig into your savings, book a flight, arrange accommodation, read a thousand where to go, where to eat articles online, you don’t speak the language, you depend your life on free Wi-fis, you might lose your passport, you might actually meet the love of your life (!)… all that effort and you still don’t see Travelling as something important? Heck, you dress up for funerals! Do this properly. Do it chic. Dress like you are onto something great. Because it is.
A cultural rant carefully disguised as food review. This is my take on a Vietnamese pho shack in Southwest London, which also cooks up Malaysian Laksa and Chinese pork buns Cantonese-style. From the way this business operates to the tableware it uses, Phat Phuc gives you a complete experience of how it’s like noodles-chasing in South East Asia minus the sweat. This is not your typical food review. Come see why.
When a bunch of grapes appears in auction and fetches thousands of pounds; when a chef needs license to sell a fish and a small error in its preparation means death of a customer… You think the world has gone mad. But, no it hasn’t. It’s just Japan.
This post is about the badass in the world of rail-runner – the Shinkansen, the fastest train that zips across Japan at 320km per hour. And then there’s the bento. The painstakingly beautiful Japanese packed lunch that will make you slow down and savour every moment of this remarkably exhilarating high-speed journey. Enjoy.
Part II of this series involves sushi chomping at a small standing bar in Tokyo and an underground, low-browed izakaya that would transport you back in time to post-war Japan. Sushi with a side of time travel. Why the hell not??
Sorry I have been MIA for a while. In the last two weeks, I have changed job, moved home and recovered from stress-induced chocolate-bingeing trauma. But all’s good now and here’s the first of my many articles about the Land of the Rising Sun – starting with a (ramen long) introductory post about “Taste of Japan”! I will try to catch up in the next couple of days. Till then, please control your tempura and be patient with me.
Thank you so mochi!