I started this blog out of an immense passion for travel, stories, food, photography, writing, and contemplating life in general. As a seasoned traveler and an unconventional foodie, this has been an outlet for extraordinary thoughts and pearls of wisdom that are largely unbiased by formalities.
I write with a dash of dry humor and sarcastic honesty that may or may not be well received by some. Thoughts are complex beings that require serious exploration, reasoning, and deducting. I found the results are best when you are given a carte blanche to be yourself.
Throughout these years I often travel dangerously, mostly due to an uncontrollable curiosity. To live a worthwhile life, don’t we all need to experiment our experience? I crossed path numerous times with inspirational individuals during my adventure across borders. They lent me such rich materials for my penmanship, complete with priceless anecdotes and telltales.
I was raised to eat well since my childhood, where every meal was the time to share stories. Naturally I pay attention to details in culinary art. I spent hours on the kitchen stool watching my grandmother peeling ginger, grating cheese, and steaming banana leaves while nibbling my afternoon snack – usually a plate of breadfruit frieten with a glass of schokomelk. Food nourishes your mind and satisfies your soul, and at times, patches your broken heart. Since those humble afternoons I have traveled to over 50 countries in every continent.
I picked up unique dishes and recipes from various corners of the world. They remind me of the people I met who have left the strongest strokes of first impression in my mind. Such memories tend to live forever in our grey cells, as Hercule Poirot said.
The potential combination of mixing and matching elements of ethnic cuisines from these places is beyond infinity, not to mention the endless stories attached to them.
I started writing at a young age when I was a shy introvert. I received encouragements and accolades from a few individuals who opened the next chapter for me. It’s a powerful tool of self-expression for the recluse.
Fast forward many years later, I’m still a shy introvert, but now with a plethora of stories I’m passionately wanting to share. Words are powerful and effective, and in my own account, they rewrote my life and took me to where I am today.