I have not been able to write about Bali, (which I visited mid-way through June), until now, but I figured better late than never.😃. I’ve decided to split my Bali travel over 2 posts. My initial post was getting lengthy and I want you to read to the end.
If you read my previous post, you’ll remember that I was in Singapore and traveled from there to Bali, with friends. The flight from Singapore to Bali was less than 3 hours. Of course, Singapore is right up there with the world’s most developed, so landing at Ngurah Rai International Airport, in Bali, was a stark contrast. In actual fact, a comparison would be unjustified so I will not attempt it.
Continue reading “Ate some, prayed some, loved plenty: Bali Part 1”
Some friends and I traveled to Singapore en-route to Bali earlier in June. We were there for 2 nights and tried to pack as much into our stay as possible. Singapore was more coincidental than it was choice but it turned out to be an enlightening experience of how people on the other side of development live. Being in the top 10 of the world’s most expensive cities, you can only imagine the sort of damage it can do on a fairly average developing country pocket. So we had an itinerary and as far as possible stuck to it.
Continue reading “Playing with the Asian Tiger: my trip to Singapore”
Yup! You really should. My last post was about how I pre-poo with coconut oil. I’ve taken it up a notch by using coconut oil as a pre-poo, overnight.
Continue reading “You should pre-poo overnight “
Having acne prone skin is a frustration. Anyone that has experienced this will no doubt agree. I can go through a year of even toned, glowing skin with maybe that odd breakout during my monthly and that’s it. But when it rains, it pours.
Continue reading “Oh shame, what happened to your skin?”
It is interesting how many times I hear this statement. We’re a quarter of the way through 2017, and I am still hearing these quips. It makes me think that maybe we’re not as an advanced a society as we’d like to think we are.
There is a level of racial stereotyping when it comes to such statements that leaves me deflated and robbed of my personality and many of the qualities that make me who I am. Momentarily, I am reduced to an exotic creature that needs to be claimed by an owner who appreciates exoticism.
Continue reading ““You’re so exotic, you should date white men”. Seriously?”