Month: November 2017

A Postcard from Vietnam Part 1: Hanoi & Ha Long Bay

A Postcard from Vietnam Part 1: Hanoi & Ha Long Bay

We were very excited to finally arrive in Hanoi. Mostly because of how difficult it had been to even get there in the first place. All the seasoned backpackers that we’d chatted to throughout our time in Sri Lanka, Thailand and Laos had raved about how amazing Vietnam is. They’d sing the praises of everything from the scenery, to the street-food to the friendliness of the local people.

After our not-so-successful time in Luang Prabang, we really felt like Hanoi would be a turning point. The place where things would start getting better again. I was on the mend from my illness and we’d been told that Vietnam was a lot cheaper than Laos. Over halfway through our travels and funds had started to noticeably deplete.

It could have gone either way. Either our hopes were shooting up so high that we’d be bitterly disappointed, or our eagerness for a brilliant experience would become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Thankfully, it went to the latter. (more…)

6 Weeks of Backpacker Fitness: A few observations

6 Weeks of Backpacker Fitness: A few observations

If you read my latest postcard, you’ll be well aware that I spent a large proportion of my time in Laos sick, in bed. During this time, I was, quite understandably, not contributing to my Travel Fitness Workout Log. I had a good couple of weeks away from the gym, to allow myself to get back to normal.

Instead, I started writing this observation post. I’m not talking bodily observations as such. I certainly can’t remember the last time I stepped on a pair of scales. It’s just a few things I’ve noticed about my routine, attitude and fitness levels since leaving London.

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A Postcard from Laos (the disaster that was)

A Postcard from Laos (the disaster that was)

Oh, Laos. Laos Laos Laos. Where do I begin? It was supposed to be such a beautiful romance. You know- all playing hide and seek in the waterfalls, stunning views from flower covered hilltops, charming market stalls and boats down the river. That sort of thing.

It was not.

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