It was raining the whole time that we were in New York…from the time we arrived until we rode the bus going back to Boston, the shower was non-stop. The excitement was somehow reduced as it was very inconvenient to move from one place to the other. But the experience still remains memorable.
Not everyone felt the same but I think New York is worth revisiting. Yes, the subway was quite disappointing…reminded me of our own Quiapo underpass but in way it added character to the already colorful city of New York.
It was in a way a dream come true for me and wife. We were able to have a vacation in the US despite work and financial considerations and not to mention, a medical emergency.
There was so much anticipation for this trip. Some family members are in the US and a chance to meet them would indeed be memorable. Never in my wildest dream did I see myself with my mother and two of my sisters in another country, considering our simple living in the province decades ago. I guess, one can really never tell.
By the way, here are some of the photos I took on our first morning in the US. This was in Onset, Massachusetts, where we stayed to celebrate my sister-in-law’s wedding.
Forgive me, I’m still preoccupied by our trip last December.
The experience is indeed bitin., having to stay in Bangkok for only a day. As I said, a day would certainly be not enough. Moreso, being bilited in a nice hotel was an additional letdown. Imagine being torn between the idea of staying inside a comfortable room, sleeping and relaxing and going outside and savor the place you visited for the first time…
Truly, Oakwood – Apartments at Sukhumvit, Bangkok provided one of the best accommodations we experienced so far…topnotch customer service, clean room, comfy bed with sheets of gazillion thread counts. Given the chance to come back to Bangkok, it’s a must for us to book in this place again.
It would not come as a surprise if this made it to most people’s bucket list of places to visit.
It was one of those moments when I’m totally lost for words…when grand, magnificent, great and other superlatives would not be enough to describe the satisfaction of being in this place. Surely, the long bus ride was worth it. It was perfect…the most trustworthy tuktuk driver…a nice hotel accommodation with the friendliest staff…a picture-perfect destination…good weather, etc. etc….. Indeed, this kind of experience is something that can make you be thankful for the life that was given to you…for the eyes that make you see, for the skin that feels the air as it touches you, for the heart that makes you feel…
There are things that make a country distinct from the rest of the universe.
For Vietnam, I think of People and Motorcycles…There’s a certain mystery in the people here that even a reflective mind cannot dig into. One moment we were with a super friendly tour guide … the next, we were with some scheming tuktuk (not sure if that’s how it’s called) drivers…then a very disappointed travelbook street vendor who tapped (well, tap is an understatement but it could not qualify as a slap, i suppose) my arm when I refused to buy her merchandise …then a brawl right outside the hotel…huh!!! Still the whole Vietnam experience was worth it.
Motorcycles are everywhere in Ho Chi Minh. It would indeed take a brave soul to cross a street. Everyone seems to drive a motorcycle, men, women, young, old, students, office employees, street workers…. Motorcycles are indeed kings of the road in this side of the planet.
It has always been a pleasure to be in another country.
There is always this feeling of being mystified from discovering things for the first time. When even the differences in culture and language cannot create a barrier for interaction. One day is indeed not enough to enjoy what Bangkok has to offer…but we’re satisfied. Great food – check, beautiful sceneries – check, grand temples – check, nice hotel – check, friendly people – check!
Last Election day, together with some friends, I worked for a candidate in Sorsogon. It was a great experience, not only for the fact that I have witnessed the automated election in action but because I was assigned in a place where people are nice and the views are spectacular… Donsol is the town in Sorsogon known for the Butandings…and no one can blame them for visiting this place on a regular basis.