Category: Reviews

I once found myself in the heart of Berlin, lured by the promise of vibrant nightlife and a “boutique hostel experience”. What I got at Generator Hostels was a crash course in how far one can stretch the definition of ‘personal space’. Picture this: a room the size of a shoebox, shared with three other […]

As I sat on the porch of my Costa Rican casita, surrounded by the lush greenery of the jungle, I couldn’t help but think about the simple joys of mindful living. I had just finished sweeping the floors with a trusty cordless stick vacuum, and it got me thinking about how often we overlook the […]

I once found myself in the heart of Florence, clutching a rental car contract that seemed more like an elaborate work of fiction than a straightforward agreement. The agent had smiled with the kind of charm that promises nothing but mischief, and I, in my naïveté, believed the roads would be mine to conquer. Instead, […]

Ever tried navigating the European rail system armed with a Eurail Pass, a map, and a sense of adventure? I did, once, and it felt like an elaborate game of roulette. You’d think a pass would simplify things, right? Wrong. I found myself standing on a chilly platform in Vienna, staring at a train schedule […]

I once found myself wedged between a snoring stranger and a broken armrest on a Turkish Airlines flight, questioning not just my travel choices but also the very essence of my existence. The air smelled vaguely of reheated mystery meat, and the seat pocket contained a magazine that seemed to have taken editorial inspiration from […]

Ah, Ryanair. Just saying the name conjures memories of cramped seats and the distinct sensation of being herded like cattle. I remember my first flight with them vividly. A naive mountain girl, I was lured by the siren song of cheap fares, only to find myself wedged between a malfunctioning tray table and a particularly […]

I used to be the kind of traveler who tried to cram the entire wardrobe into a single suitcase. You know the type—overpackers, always prepared for every possible weather condition, yet somehow never ready for the actual trip. My luggage was bursting with clothes I didn’t need, while I cursed myself for forgetting the essentials. […]

I once found myself hobbling through the cobblestone streets of Prague, each step a wretched reminder of my ill-advised footwear choice. My feet were wrapped in what I can only describe as medieval torture devices masquerading as travel shoes. The promise of comfort had been as hollow as a politician’s campaign speech. It was then […]

Strolling through the gear section of a camping store is my personal hell. It’s like being stuck in a never-ending election campaign, with Patagonia and The North Face as the two candidates vying for my vote. Each jacket whispers promises of warmth and adventure, but I’m no fool—I’ve been betrayed by zippers and seams before. […]

I once found myself at an airport baggage claim, watching the carousel spew out a parade of identical, tattered suitcases. Among them, an ostentatious silver Rimowa stood out like a peacock in a field of pigeons. It was pristine, gleaming with an arrogance that only money can buy. And there I was, clutching my duct-taped […]