I understand, I am not pretty and am nice enough to just keep on a back burner, I have dealt with that my whole life. It is the modus operandi of your modern westernized woman. Now, let me admit, I am not the best person at communicating, ask my entire family about when I was in Iraq and they would never hear from me unless they called. I am sure I have accidentally made people feel the same way throughout my life and I am sorry, but it wasn't intentional. As much as I am dicking around on my phone nowadays, I really don't talk on it much.
I do not know yet how much these visas will cost but I can not wait to find out, Cambodia may be the new digital nomad capital of the world. Bye, Bye Chiang Mai, which is cool too because then when I go to Chiang Mai, I won’t have to deal with so many fucking white people.
St. Petersburg is the second largest city in Russia and home to women who absolutely blow my mind. I have never been to a place where the women, just going to the corner store, dress like they are going out on Saturday night. And the way these girls look dressed up… you will feel a pain in your stomach from falling in love several times a minute.
One of my co-workers, Crystal, came in at 0400 today and started playing Nickelback, I almost had a stroke with how much I was not having any of that. Crystal also hates people with brown eyes... just throwing that out there. Like deep hatred. In her loins and whatnot.
What I mean when I say living like a local is not living like a tourist or as a westerner who just can't give up McDonald's.
Hotels use their absolute worst rooms for agencies because they figure the people who book through agencies are on vacation and will only be there one time and with the sometimes discounted rate, why give those people the room with the view?
The other day while I was going off all ad nauseam about Indian girls wearing saris and how it is one of my favorite things in the world, Wanderluster, being the astounding human being he is, offered me a place to stay in Varanasi, India.