Pen On Pen // Phnom Penh

Roadtrips have a strange beauty to them..

It is very rare that travelers who venture to South East Asia get to experience the open roads within each country let alone the ones that connect to their neighbours. Admittedly, I understood why. Vietnam-Cambodia buses are by no means the quickest mode of transport. The routes are however, habitually traveled by locals, and having an insight by the lovely Kim from Ho Chi Minh City really helped. Although we did not reach Cambodia by any faster means, we did however, travel in pure luxury with both Vietnamese and Cambodian nationals. It took a good few hours with multiple stops, strange roadside treats and an explicitly confusing border which left us without our passports for majority of the journey; but I would not have traded a single kilometer on the road for a mile in the sky.

Roadtrips have a strange beauty in that the landscapes change with each kilometer traveled, this journey in particular revealed the vast social, economic and political differences that separate Cambodia from Vietnam, apart from the obvious border crossing – its very unique journey to experience.

“There are far, far better things that lie ahead, than any we leave behind.”

C.S. Lewis

I had this illusion of Cambodia being an almost carbon copy of Vietnam, but these two countries have no comparison. I’ve seen some pretty busy cities along my travels and although Phnom Penh is not the most populated place, it feels populated because there is just so much happening within each square meter of this unpronounceable capital city. Its a wonderful sort of busy, the kind that makes walking around 5km and up countless stairs in rain and humidity with 39°C and a heavy backpack within the first hour of arriving, worth it.


Our couple days in Phnom Penh were spent with endlessly special tales of Cambodian history and its citizens through their beautiful people and memorial sites. Choeung Ek, just outside of Phnom Penh is a bittersweet place to start. It is completely depressing, there is no way around it but it gives you a good understanding of exactly how much the Cambodian people have overcome in recent history  and why they are such a beautiful nation that has grown from the worst of the worst to somehow still smile and be so unbelievably respectful to fellow humans. This quality was seen in each Cambodian I had the pleasure of speaking with over delicious food and along long walks in the city – and its a quality that paved the way for my inevitable love for this beautiful country and its people.

Phnom Penh is dotted with some seriously gorgeous architecture and national monuments. Within a small radius near the lake you are able to spot all the notable buildings often seen attached to Phnom Penh. Being the people Sharzy and I are however, we obviously went off of the notable list and ventured into the unknown. Local markets left us slightly less hungry and Buddhist monasteries left us amazed yet, bizarrely confused (if you find yourself in Phnom Penh and able to find the door beneath the Sanskrit pictured below – you will understand why I look as though I’m walking away from one of the strangest yet best experiences of my life).

Pen On Pen//Phnom Penh, you were a beautiful chaotic city of life and history.

Next stop, Siem Reap.


Ho Chi Minh City // Saigon

After our final Skype, we worked out that I would be arriving in Vietnam a whole 10 hours before Sharzy did. Essentially I won the pleasure of spending an extra day of wondering around, making friends and dying of heat.

As I said, I really didn’t have any expectations of Ho Chi Minh City. I didn’t even Google it to see what it looked like. Honestly, I didn’t really know much about Vietnam in general so after landing there, everything was like a huge surprise. The entire ride from the airport to my guesthouse was spent peering out of the back window with eyes of wonder like a child discovering buildings, people and transport for the first time. In some way, I had the guilty/naive thought that Vietnam would be similar to India but man oh man, was I wrong. Just because they are both in Asia, the fact they are completely different in their cultures, government and geographical locations – there is literally no basis for comparison.

I remember the first four things that came into my mind within driving for about 20 minutes.

  1. This city is seriously, almost ridiculously, too clean.
  2. There are far less people here than I had imagined there to be
  3. They have some really smooth roads (I think that’s just something only a South African would notice almost immediately)
  4. Its hotter than the Thar desert

I booked us in a guesthouse called Kim Hotel. It’s run by a lady named Kim, who is about the most beautiful grandmother I had ever met (she looked like she was about 30 years years old), also she speaks fantastic English and loves to talk to her guests. The rooms are bright and big, with an aircon and fan, an en-suite bathroom and windows that can open (trust me some places don’t care much for air). There is even a balcony right at the top of the hotel with a little garden and table. Its situated perpendicular to one of the most famous backpacking streets – so literally the location is about perfect for solo travelers because everything is within walking distance.


I was sitting in the lobby when Kevin, Rachel and Chris walked in with a guitar and some music equipment. Between the quick chats, I found out that that Kevin is a musician (if you’re in Ho Chi Minh, go check him live, he’s an awesome fusion of folk and country and rap). They were on their way to a bar in another part of the city for a gig. Naturally I tagged along and quite frankly, nothing quite beats the night life in Ho Chi Minh. Its a city bursting with talent, culture and fun. Its almost a fusion of East and West and its a kind of vibe that can’t really be described – I walked a large part of it between each gig and got to notice all the small things while on foot.

Keeping true to being the hungry friend, I ate some amazing traditional Vietnamese street food on the way to one of the gigs closer to the guesthouse. It was Rachel’s recommendation and I was not disappointed. For like 30 000 VDN we ate like royalty although we literally sat on the ground because street chairs aren’t really taller than 15 cm. But hey, when in Vietnam. . .

I absolutely loved tagging around with a band for the day that turned into night because they were an absolute blast; we drank beers, we danced and we sang, it was a perfect first day in a foreign country. After all this adventuring, I managed to make it back just in time to welcome Sharzy! Although at 11pm, the backpacking scene in Ho Chi Minh is still not close to closing.

From Cambodia to Vietnam

Re-united after 4 years. Here begins the the tale of how Sharzy and Karina backpacked two South East Asian countries with zero plans other than flight tickets to Ho Chi Minh and another from Angkor to Hanoi. . .

Like any tale worthy of being told, you need a good place to start and looking back, Vietnam was a little over-qualified for the job.

I’m not sure which story made this trip turn out to be one of my favourite backpacking trips of all time but it could be,

  1. How we accidentally broke a world record in Angkor Wat;
  2. The fates which led us to meeting some of the most incredible humans;
  3. Ways in which you can order the most descriptive thing on the menu to avoid disappointment but yet still somehow manage to gag a little and perhaps cry.
  4. How a simple Sanskrit sentence led us to the finding of one actual Buddha eyebrow hair;
  5. But definitely maybe (for certain) the tale of how two girls broke every single cardinal rule of travelling in Vietnam.

I can say that I have never found a more bizarre place to travel. Bizarre in the sense I had absolutely no expectation but somehow everything still managed to exceed the idea of expectation.

Our tales are numerous and I have no choice but to share some of our day to day adventures, because quite frankly its another part of the world that managed to steal a part of my heart.


Ooty to Coonoor to Ooty


Of course!

That nine letter word pretty much dictates my life. South India is definitely place for a little wanderer like me to do a bit of adventuring.

A random decision one Sunday to part-take in some local sight-seeing, tea picking and trekking ended up being one of my favourite days. I would definitely never say no to a roadtrip and one in India on a bus with random Indian families… I almost couldn’t wait to step foot on my adventure ride. As South Africans would say, “local is lekker” and being the only foreigner on my bus was definitely the best way to see some Southern Indian beauty.

Arriving late, to the bus stop and then being greeted by a man with a cloth as pants. I almost wondered what I got myself into, but once he politely ordered the man sitting on the front seat to move so that me (the foreigner) could sit right near him, I knew that I’d be well taken care of. The language was a bit of an issue but my driver who also doubled as my sole tour guide, photographer, driving companion and lunch date was actually pretty awesome.

I literally managed to see everything Ooty to Coonoor has to offer in 8.5 hours.

It was definitely an adventure to remember!


My ride // “the boss”


Front row seat


Lookout just outside Ooty


Trekking in style


Lamb’s Rock


Lamb’s Rock




Singara Tea Garden


Plantation fields


Government Botanical Gardens

((Posts of each place coupled with tales and photos will be published soon))

South India || February ’16

People as Places

Visiting a new place is like seeing the world for the first time. Your eyes search high and low following the natural lines and movement, your heart beats a little faster everytime you feel a new vibe and your nose, hands and taste are in pretty much sensory overload for the entire duration of exploration. But what does it all actually mean?

“All this scrambling around
Hunting high and then low
Looking for the face love
Or somewhere to go
I hardly have places that I need to go
‘Cause you’re the places that I wanted to go”

– Modest Mouse, People as Places

Whenever I visit a new place, be it a different city or country, my experience there is generally based upon the faces I meet. No matter how high or low my senses are explored, my memories of the landscapes and scenery are captured through endless photographs but the feeling within my heart of wanderlust of a certain place is due to the people I meet along the way.

Quite frankly I cannot believe that after five years I’ve finally had the chance to travel back to my favourite place, my beloved India. As I sit writing this in the moon light of this vibrant country, I remember the one question I get asked by locals and foreigners all too often “why do you love India so much? “.

The unique culture, the food, the vibrancy, the feeling of being somewhere completely foreign, the noise, the landscape, the history are generally the responses travellers who loved India will give. On the other hand you get those travellers who completely loathed the place for those reasons.

However for me, the answer is simple, it’s the people. Once you fall in love with the people you notice every detail of the landscape and culture and that’s when you really experience and fall in love with the country itself.

The hospitable nature of Indian people is indescribable. It’s one of those things that I can’t ever find the words to properly explain. It’s only something you can choose to fully embrace if you allow yourself to be in situations where you can openly interact with the people. I don’t believe in travelling where you stay in fancy places, with on site restaurants, tourist agency organised shuttles and tours. If you really want to experience the country, do as the locals do and go where the locals go.

As overwhelming as that sounds, because I can assure you that you are literally throwing yourself in the deep end, the experience you gain will be nothing short of an adventure.

I’ve had the opportunity to do some pretty crazy things in India ranging from living in the desert with the most beautiful family to running a guesthouse in Agra. Travelling by third class seating in trains to riding on the back of a new friends motorbike. Eating lunch within the homes of new faces is always something special to me and the offering of tea by strangers is always welcomed in my hands. Over the five years since my last stay I’ve come to love this place for countless reasons and this trip has been no different. I really don’t even know where to begin because although I’ve only been here two weeks the stories are numerous and I’d be writing for days. I’ve been lucky because my searching high and low, while met with unforgettable landscapes, architecture and cityscapes of India have actually been obscured by some beautiful faces that I have without a doubt fallen in love with over the past weeks.

Although my experience in 2016 is every ounce unique and different to my first in 2011, my memory of India hasn’t waivered, it’s only made me realise that this is the place I’m always meant to be, because the people for me are the place.

Ooty, India || February 2016

The Actual Museum

With all my excitement of reliving some of my Polish memories, I forgot to write about my actual experience at the Polish Aviation Museum in Krakow (Muzeum Lotnictwa Polskiego w Krakowie).


It was the second trip to the bustling student city of Krakow during my two month stay in the homelands. During my first visit, I was completely taken aback by the gorgeous town. Even in the winter and minus degree weather, this South African with Indian and Polish blood struggled, but my Polish blood definitely fought to get the upper hand over the snow! The frozen grounds and wrapped up bodies didn’t put a damper of the thrill of adventure.

Within my first visit, I had actually planned to be in Krakow, so I visited all the historical sites and well-known tourist spots. Evidently on the second unplanned trip, leaving the station, we only knew how to get to the guesthouse that made the first trip of cold nights in a lonely city absolutely amazing.

I struggle to do a lot of tourist things mostly because I don’t like large crowds and I feel that there are better ways to experience a country, however, I also really feel the need to see some of the things that people have been seeing for years, just to give my two cents on it too. On a very unexpectedly sunny day in January, I decided to look through trusty Google and see if there were any hidden gems in Krakow that people seem to always overlook. Bam! I found it, he Polish Aviation Museum in Krakow (Muzeum Lotnictwa Polskiego w Krakowie).

My favourite part was that you could escape the city to get there but still remained within Krakow. Obviously, I had the address for the place as well as directions and which transport system to use to get there, but I still managed to lose the entire museum. After a walk down a sand road and a very beautiful park – the direction was based according to an old airplane tail that was quite difficult to actual miss seeing as it went up into the sky.

The building of the museum itself is stunning. Very modern and on the outside, you kind of wonder, how are they to fit airplanes in there?

But wait, not only are there interior planes to play around on and aviation based games to unpack, there are also old planes that hang from the roof and displayed on the floor. This place is huge.

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Just when I thought it couldn’t get larger, hello entire outside graveyard of aircrafts with hangers filled with more airplanes! Needless to say, I was in heaven. The reason for the massive size of the place it that it used to be an old military airfield known as the Rakowice-Czyżny airfield. The property itself has some pretty interesting history that involves many obvious wars.

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I compare the outside exhibition to the elephant graveyard in Lion King but alas, is it way more awesome! There are some ridiculous amount of aircrafts that are on display ranging from propeller planes, to fighter jets and military choppers. Within the hangers (which you can enter) are bits about aircrafts that were used during some of the infamous wars.

The restoration of the aircrafts, the mad volume of display units and the impeccable way that they have been on show to the public, made this experience one for the books.


Krakow, Poland || Jan ’15

Planes, planes, planes. . . in Poland.

This last summer, I had the opportunity to experience a winter like no other. Landing in Poland, I found another part of the world to truly call my home and just like my other travels. . . I know that a part of me was claimed by the historically beautiful land, so naturally I came home with a void left to fill with the enthusiasm of adventure on the next chapter of my life.

Although I have no idea what the world has for me over the next few months, one thing is for sure,

“When in doubt, hold on to your altitude. No one has ever collided with the sky.”

Second visit to Krakow after snowboarding in Zakopane, I couldn’t resist the beauty of aviation presented at the Muzeum Lotnictwa Polskiego w Krakowie.

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        Muzeum Lotnictwa Polskiego w Krakowie || Krakow, Poland || January ’15