postcards from the world

 This collection started in a very-accidental-non-collection-way, when i travelled to Greece circa ’93, for an amazing Athens-Cyclades-Islands-Kusadasi (Turkey) trip.

Years gone by, i found myself always buying postards in every one of my trips.. 

But it was only in 2009, when i was living in Milan, Italy, and started using Postcrossing, that I finally realized i was actually collecting postcards.

In no time i became more and more addicted to getting special postcards, particularly old written ones, that you can buy in antique shops.. I started a list, and apparently its a quite ‘ok’ list.

Living in Malaysia makes it easier to get postcards around the region, so the collection has been growing.. Hopefully i’ll be able to reach my goal/bucket list wish:

“collect a postcard from each country in the world”

  
(on-going list)

AFRICA (9/54)

Algeria
Angola
Benin
Botswana
Burkina Faso
Burundi
Cameroon
Cape Verde
Central African Republic
Chad
Comoros
Congo
Congo, Democratic Republic of
Djibouti
Egypt
Equatorial Guinea
Eritrea
Ethiopia
Gabon
Gambia
Ghana
Guinea
Guinea-Bissau
Ivory Coast
Kenya
Lesotho
Liberia
Libya
Madagascar
Malawi
Mali
Mauritania
Mauritius
Morocco
Mozambique
Namibia
Niger
Nigeria
Rwanda
Sao Tome and Principe
Senegal
Seychelles
Sierra Leone
Somalia
South Africa
South Sudan
Sudan
Swaziland
Tanzania
Togo
Tunisia
Uganda
Zambia
Zimbabwe

AMERICA (10/35)

Antigua and Barbuda
Argentina
Bahamas
Barbados
Belize
Bolivia
Brazil
Canada
Chile
Colombia
Costa Rica
Cuba
Dominica
Dominican Republic
Ecuador
El Salvador
Grenada
Guatemala
Guyana
Haiti
Honduras
Jamaica
Mexico
Nicaragua
Panama
Paraguay
Peru
Saint Kitts and Nevis
Saint Lucia
Saint Vincent and the Grenadines
Suriname
Trinidad and Tobago
United States of America
Uruguay
Venezuela

ANTARTICA (1/1)

Antartica

ASIA (26/45)

Afghanistan
Bahrain
Bangladesh
Bhutan
Brunei
Myanmar
Cambodia
China
East Timor
India
Indonesia
Iran
Iraq
Israel
Japan
Jordan
Kazakhstan
Korea, North
Korea, South
Kuwait
Kyrgyzstan
Laos
Lebanon
Malaysia
Maldives
Mongolia
Nepal
Oman
Pakistan
Philippines
Qatar
Russian Federation
Saudi Arabia
Singapore
Sri Lanka
Syria
Taiwan
Tajikistan
Thailand
Turkey
Turkmenistan
United Arab Emirates
Uzbekistan
Vietnam
Yemen

EUROPE (32/50)

Albania
Andorra
Armenia
Austria
Azerbaijan
Belarus
Belgium
Bosnia and Herzegovina
Bulgaria
Croatia
Cyprus
Czech Republic
Denmark
England
Estonia
Finland
France
Georgia
Germany
Greece
Hungary
Iceland
Ireland
Italy
Kosovo
Latvia
Liechtenstein
Lithuania
Luxembourg
Macedonia
Malta
Moldova
Monaco
Montenegro
Netherlands
Norway
Poland
Portugal
Romania
San Marino
Scotland
Serbia
Slovakia
Slovenia
Spain
Sweden
Switzerland
Ukraine
Vatican City
Wales

OCEANIA (3/14)

Australia
Fiji
Kiribati
Marshall Islands
Micronesia
Nauru
New Zealand
Palau
Papua New Guinea
Samoa
Solomon Islands
Tonga
Tuvalu
Vanuatu

* if you are interested in helping me out to complete this list, leave a message in the bottom of the page

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paris, france

Back in the days when planes wouldn’t reach their final destination without stopping either in London or Paris, i lost count of how many times i made a pit-spot in these two cities without ever walking out the “arrivals gate”.
Well, 2014 was finally the year that i passed through the arrivals gate and ventured through the streets of the City of Love.

On a surprise visit to Portugal, that only my father and one of my best friends knew about, i decided to make two long stops on the way and back from Lisbon: Paris and Amsterdam (–post coming soon).
I missed the old cities of Europe, and nothing better than having KLM and Air France working together to manage to visit two more cities of the old continent, and get my feet for the first time in The Netherlands.

I went through a lot of blogs, guidebooks and maps before i landed in Paris, as i only had 10 hours between flights.

I did what i thought best, so i commuted between the city and the airport by train, and to contradict the quotation of “Parisians are rude” a french man “escorted” me all the way to the train, before going to his office somewhere in the airport.

It was a cool sunny early morning, with a clear blue sky, the perfect setting to start the day.
As a freak control i am, i wanted to make sure i wouldn’t waste any time, and that i would be able to see as much as i could, so I got off the train right in the Les Champs Elysees, where i had decided to start my tour.

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At the top of Les Champs Elysees lies the most famous arch in the world, L’Arc de Triomphe de l’Etoile, Arch of Triumph of the Star. It was commissioned in 1806 after Napoleon’s victory at the Battle of Austerlitz, and completed between 1833 and 1836.
Engraved in the Arch are the names of major French Victories in the French Revolution and Napoleonic Wars, a list of 660 names (mostly of Generals that served the First French Empire between 1804-1814, and additional names from the French Revolution from 1789 to 1799.
Another important feature is the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier from World War I, over it is an eternal flame, that burns in memory of the dead that were never identified from both world wars.

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I strolled through Avenue D’Iena on my way to La Tour Eiffel. The buildings are stunning in this avenue, and just beautifully maintained streets and gardens, a perfect work by the great Baron Haussman!

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In the end of the avenue you can see the Palais de Chaillot, where the old Trocadero Palace lies, built for the 1878 World Fair, our modern age EXPO. And right in front of it, the one of the most recognizable buildings in the world:
The Eiffel Tower.
It was also built for a World Fair, but this time in 1889, and to celebrate the centennial of the French Revolution. It was the tallest man-made structure for 41 years, with 324 meters heigh.
It was named Eiffel tower, because it was Eiffel’s company – Companhie des Etablissements Eiffel, that designed and built the tower. You would think the tower was designed by Gustave Eiffel himself, as you are led to believe, but it was designed by the Structural Engineers Maurice Koechlin and Emile Nouguier, and the Architect Stephen Sauvestre.

To see this building for the first time was a truly unique moment. I believe i thought about it so many times before that i could hardly believe i was there. And the feeling of being inside a postcard went on for the whole day…

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Unfortunately the Park du Champs de Mars was very busy as the Bastille Day parade was the day before, so i didn’t manage to see the view atop the park to the tower… But well… we should always leave something to see the next time!

It was still super early, so the Tower ticket booths were still closed, therefore i decided not to wait for it. Instead i walked next to the Seine, all the way till the bridge between the Hotel des Invalides, and the Petit Palais & Grand Palais – the Pont Alexandre II.

The Hotel des Invalides – The National Residence of the Invalids, is a complex that contains not only a hospital/retirement home for the war veterans, but also museums and monuments, that relate to the military history of France. It is also the burial site of Napoleon Bonaparte.

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Le Petit Palais and Grand Palais were (again) built for an exhibition – the 1900 Exposition Universal.
The Petit Palais now houses the City of Paris Museum of Fine Arts, whereas the Grand Palai, that was dedicated to the glory of french art, still holds museums and exhibitions that relate to the fine arts, and the annual Chanel events! The Palais de la Decouverte (Palace of Discovery), right next to the Grand Palais, focuses on science and natural history.

All these Palaces are stunning! I wish i could’ve opened the front door and wonder around….

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A little bit more walking, now through Les Champs Elysees until i reached the busy Place de la Concorde.This square changed names 5 times, within 78 years. From Place Louis XV, to Place de la Revolution, to Place de la Concorde, again to Place Louis XV, then finally back to Place de la Concorde… a whole lot of history behind this “little Place”!

Just has its name, it was not easy to cross the square…
Traffic lights, bicycles, vespas, cars, buses,.. and very little time to cross till the traffic lights were green for chaos again! Either way, i made my way to the entrance of the Jardin des Tuileries (the Tuileries Garden).

This is one of the most well know gardens in central Paris, it was created by a Lady – Queen Catherine de Medicis, from the House of Medici of Florence. Her family – the Medici, was one of the biggest sponsors of art and architecture in the Renaissance era. The garden belonged to the Tuileries Palace, that was set on fire in 1871, the fire lasted 48hours, and the ruins of the palace remained untouched for 11 years. These ruins were eventually demolished and sold, bits of the marble and stone where used to build a Castle in Corsica. There is a plan to rebuild the Tuileries Palace, but there are still no private funds for it.
The Tuileries is also the gateway to —- THE LOUVRE!

Once you cross the garden, you are overwhelmed with the stunning architecture that surrounds it. The rich facades, the perfectly balanced windows, you can just feel the history around you, its like your “back in the past” when Louis XIV was still ruling the country.

In the inexistent limit between the Tuileries and the Louvre you pass through another Arc de Triomphe – du Carrousel, that will lead you to the entrance of the Louvre Museum, where the Louvre Pyramid is. The Pyramid that was commissioned in 1984 by President Francois Mitterrand, to handle the enormous number of visitors. The structure was constructed mostly in rhombus-shaped glass segments, and although it was very criticized in its early years, its yet another iconic building in Paris.

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The Louvre on the other hand, was a royal residence for the French monarchy. Few know that the whole complex of the Louvre actually as a fortress, to protect the city agains potential invaders in 1202, throughout the centuries it extended, until the Tuileries Garden.

I personally love to see old historic buildings in stone mixed with super modern steel and glass structures, the contrast just makes it better. Its like your publicly assuming that you are in a new century, and without reaping the importance of the historical building next to it.

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I had to register the moment with a nice full body photo, and as i really wanted it t be a good photo, i decided to ask ‘Paul’ to take the shot. ‘Paul” is my monopod, as all monopods – mine was bought in Asia, and made its debut in style in Paris!
So being watched by very curious and entertained european tourists, i set up ‘Paul’ against an outdoor light, and stabilized by my backpack. Prepared the angle, programmed the 10 seconds timer and 5 shots, and ran to the center of the shot!

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Tcharam! There you go, a perfect shot!

After the Louvre it was time to go South. I made sure i crossed the Pont des Arts on the way to the islands of Paris.
This bridge is one of the three ‘Love Locks’ Bridges in Paris. Since 2008, tourists have been filling the railings and gates with padlocks – love locks, with their first names engraved or written on them, then trowing the key to the Seine. Which of course is creating a big controversy, as the padlocks are ruining the railings, and the keys are polluting the river, not to mention that the Pont des Arts is an historical bridge in Paris, and listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

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There are 2 islands in the Siene, the Ile Saint-Louis and the Ile de la Cite, the latter holds two of the most amazing religious buildings in Paris: Sainte-Chapelle and the Notre Dame.

I started of in the Sainte-Chapelle chapel, it was built in my favorite architecture styles – gothic, the construction began in some time after 1239, it holds one of the most extensive in-situ collections of the XIII century stained glass in the world.
There is a strong sense of weightlessness and vertical emphasis, the way the arches were designed, allow the structure to be super elegant and slim, and the 15 windows to be tall and delicate.
The Lower Chapel is another stunning space in the Sainte-Chapelle, the walls are covered by paintings, and its most peculiar feature is the breathtaking dark blue ceiling with golden Fleur de Lys, and the red walls with golden Castilian castles, symbolizing Saint Louis and his Castilian mother – Blanche de Castile.

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The walk to the Notre Dame is full of gorgeous buildings and beautiful alleys that take you to a different time. You keep remembering all those amazing movies that were filmed in Paris, as i had watched a few months ago Midnight in Paris from the peculiar Woody Allen, i kept going back to that movie and thinking about how enchanting life must have been in Paris in the 1920’s..

The Notre Dame Cathedral is also located in the Ile de la Cite, it is considered one of the finest examples of French Gothic Architecture, and again — is one of the most famous buildings in the world.
After deciding that Saint-Etienne Cathedral was not worthy of the rote of “Parisian church of the kings of Europe”, Bishop de Sully had it demolished, and according to the Legend followed a vision and sketched the future Notre Dame on the ground outside the original church. The construction began in 1163 and it is believed to have been completed around the mid-1240’s.
Few know that the cathedral was originally painted with vivid colors, as well as the gargoyles and chimeras, the well known crafted statues, made even more famous with the Disney Classic The Hunchback of Notre Dame. The cathedral has 10 bells, the largest weights over 13 tons and was named Emmanuel.
Fun fact about this bell, on the night of 24 August 1944, an advance column of French and Allied troops took the Ile de la Cite, and by tolling Emmanuel, announced to the city that the liberation of Paris was under way.

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To finalize the tour, i marched trough l’Avenue de L’Opera towards the Palais Garnier, or Opera Garnier. As an avid fan of The Phantom of the Opera, i’ve always been fascinated by this building, so i had to take a closer look before i left.
The construction of the new Opera de Paris took more than 40 years to start, between revolutions, new prefects, an architectural design competition, and various people involved in the process, finally the construction started in 1862, with the project by Charles Garnier.
One more war installing one more republic, got the Opera’s construction on hold, but eventually restarted as the “acting” opera de paris – Salle Le Peletier, was destroyed by a fire (coincidence?.. humm…). So finally in 1874 the Opera was completed, and inaugurated on 5 January 1875.
One of the reasons the Opera is so well know, is due to Gaston Leroux’s book – Le Fantome de ‘Opera. According to Leroux he was inspired to write the story after visiting the Opera Garnier, when he learned about the mysterious subterranean lake and the chandelier accident in 1896, when one of the chandelier’s counterweights fell over the audience.

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I ended up skipping Montmartre, cos i only had 1 more hour before i had to head back to the airport, so i decided end the 6hours express tour by going back to the Tuileries Garden.
The garden is just beautiful, and an amazing place to chill in the weekend, specially on a sunny summer day as i was lucky enough to enjoy! And i’m not sure if its normal, but when i was there this July, there were green metal chairs all over the garden, people would just move them around, sit, talk, do picnics, play cards,… or like me: grab a “to-go-cappuccino” and sit overlooking the Louvre!

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bali & gilis, indonesia

I’ve been to Bali 3 times now, and it took me 3 times to fall love with this “small” island. Like we say in Portugal – a terceira e de vez (“””it happens at the third time”””).

And exactly because of that, i thought it was about time to re-write properly my Bali post.

[ I’ve just noticed – 10 seconds ago, that i fall in love with places a LOT more often than with men… hummm… ]

My first visit was with my now-ex-boyfriend, my second was on a girls-only-trip, and the third with my auntie and my sis – two Asia lovers. So three distinct kind of trips, that gave me three completely different experiences of the island.

I’m also pretty sure that the reason why my third trip was epic was because i learned a lot from the previous two. And of course – because i had full control of the trip, since my auntie and my sis had never been in Bali before, they asked me to just decide everything.
And so did i!

(by the way — i am not a control freak, but my way is just better! lol)

If you want to become a millionaire on an instant, exchange your money into Indonesian Rupiahs! 1.000.000 IDR = 274 RM = 66€ = 83$US. Its quite a challenge to actually know how much everything costs, so make sure you download some app that works offline, and can do the maths for you. I have XE currency, as i find it to be the easiest and most accurate of all.

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It’s also important to know the size of Bali.
It’s not a tiny little place.
Bali is pretty big.
And because of its kinda “inverted number 8” shape, the volcano in the North, North to South rivers in the Center, and slim connection between the two sides of the island, the road system is not ideal, and usually you only have one possible way to go from point A to B.
The amount of motorbikes on the road is just insane! So i’m pretty sure the reason why the jam is a mess, is cos everyone is trying to stay alive and not kill anyone…
Although i have to say, this chaotic motorbike island makes us take the best photos ever!

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In order to spare time, we went straight from the airport to Ubud. I thought it would be a perfect start to our 10 days trip, deep inside the rural part of the island.
I booked two nights in Ubud, but in two different hotels. The first night was in Mandy Private Pool, a beautiful place, super quiet, in the middle of the rice fields…

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As we woke up for an early start of Day 1, we had breakfast in our own balcony,… just a perfect start of day!

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We went straight to the Monkey Temple, right in the middle of the centre of Ubud. This temple is filled, filled with monkeys, so if you are afraid of these super cute pre-human-creatures, skip the Monkey Temple. They will jump on you, steal your plastic bags, and literally will eat on top of your head if you give them bananas!
But thats not all you have there, the jungle surrounds the ancient temple, bridges, animal statues, pathways, and huge Komodo dragon statues. If you manage to go there when there aren’t that many tourists, it will be one of the most stunning places you will ever visit, i promise.

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After Monkey Temple, we went deep in Ubud town trying to find a driver for the rest of the day and the next. And we found the best, most amazing and sweet driver ever — Made ,spelled Madii (+62 (0) 817 4758734). The main goal of the day was Lake Bratan, and he gave us some more ideas where to stop, and it was just perfect.

We stopped by a Balinese Coffee Farm, were had a tasting of different kind of teas and coffees, and tried for the first time the Kopi Luwak!
Yeah yeah, thats the one that comes from poop!

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We drove through small roads, passing by beautiful typical villas with their own rice field, just breathtaking landscapes, that i can’t find any more adjectives to define them.

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Finally we reached the Pura Ulun Danu Temple, in the middle of Lake Bratan, in Bedugul… Stunning temple, in a gorgeous setting. The only problem with this temple is the amount of tourists. I would love to be able to be a lone tourist there, and experience its original state, in absolute silence. So try to check with your hotel, tour guide or local acquaintances when its the best time to visit.

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That night we spent at Y Resort Ubud, another beautiful yet more modern hotel in Ubud. Too bad we didn’t have time to enjoy the garden and the pool…. next time!!

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Early morning of Day 2 Made was waiting to pick us up, to take us to the centre of Ubud to get our tickets for Gili Islands, and for another day of road-tripping!
On the way to the tickets, we walked through this brilliant concrete street, that had been paid by the residents. And to remind us of this beautiful gesture, and their love for Ubud, each of them left behind a piece of them. Through words, drawings, hand or foot imprints, all on the concrete street they helped built.

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We also found a beautiful temple right next to Starbucks Cafe, that its a MUST see in Ubud. The coolest thing about it, is that you actually are not expecting to find it in that place. You literally have a small entrance to the building that holds Starbucks, and as walk in you can see a glimpse of a reflection in what seams like a “small” water pond. When you approach that small “pond” you will find a temple entrance, with two water features, and a slim passage between the two of them, leading you into a staircase, that will bring you closer to the Temple entrance.

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On this Day 2 we drove once more through Bali’s countryside, this time to go through the well known Telangalang Rice Fields. Again, we fell in love with the small villas, and the small rice fields, and by this time we were already planning with Made our strategy to buy a typical villa started and again: STUNNING. We stopped in a place by the road, had tea, and enjoyed the view!

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Next was the Tirta Empul Temple (Holy Spring Water Temple) in Gianyar, that Made told us we should visit…. And we will forever thank him for the suggestion.
This was most possibly the most impressive temple i’ve ever visited.
You immediately understand how important this temple is, because instead of being packed with tourists, its filled with locals. There are different levels in this temple, and you must follow some rituals to be allowed into the next areas of the temple.
The first level, has a series of stone carved water sprouts, each of them with its own purpose and meaning. But i don’t want to ruin your own experience, so i won’t tell you more than this: MUST VISIT.
I advise you to get a guide from the temple, i usually prefer to go by myself, but our guide made the whole experience unique. Putu, his name, not only guided us through the different stages of the temple, but also allowed us to go into the prayer area, where only the locals are usually allowed inside.
This single temple made our day, but we still had a long way to go.

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Our next stop was the outskirts of Bali’s active volcano – Gunung Batur (Mount Batur) and Danau Batur (Lake Batur), where we had lunch overlooking their stunning beauty.
There’s something incredible about being that close to an active volcano. As if you secretly wished that somehow you could see some actual “activeness” exploding from within that pre-historical peek.

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We continued through the hills and rice fields, but with a more southern destination this time: Padang Galak Beach. A black sanded beach, that is used for the local hindu rituals and offerings. We didn’t find any tourists here, so it was quite a peaceful place. The sand is strangely very heavy, as one of its components is metal. Its the what you would call a beautiful beach, but you can feel how meaningful it is for the local community, and that alone makes it beautiful.

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Next was Seminyak, off to our next hotel – Tony’s Villa, strategically located near Potato Head Beach Club.
We dropped our luggage, and off we went to watch the sunset at Seminyak beach. So far it was by far the best sunset i’ve ever seen in my life. The low tide at the time created this mirror effect, and duplicated the purple colored sky.

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And as the best things in life must be shared… we made a facetime video call to our dad and brother that were in the other side of the World playing a round of golf!
SELFIE TIME!!

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We finished the night with a super chilled dinner at the Colonial House, where we had most possible the best steak of our lives…

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Day three was chilling (yes, its still day three!) first by the pool of our AMAZING hotel! Tony’s Villa is just beautiful, calm and with the mood you always hope for in an hotel in Bali.

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Then by Seminyak beach, which by-the-way, was a bit of a disappointment, maybe cos it was April, but not it was not all type of beach you are used to see in Southeast Asia. Either way, it was a lovely day, and after lunch we just went over to Potato Head for afternoon cocktails and sunbathing by the grass, at the sound of great music. Followed by sunset and dinner.
This Beach-Club-Bar-Restaurant-with-great-design-and-mood-kinda-place has a kind of Beverly Hills meets Miami meets Gold Coast vibe.
Design wise is gorgeous, really tasteful and carefully maintained, staff is quite friendly, and well… the view is stunning! Make sure you go there for the sunset as we did (again), cos its worth it.
Seminyak and Kuta are pretty good areas for fancy shopping, beautiful and mid-to-high end restaurants and bars, and full of expats and tourists.

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Day four came really early, as we drove off to Padang Bay to get a boat to our final destination: Gili Islands.

It took me some convincing to add this destination to the trip, mostly because i was worried about the length of the boat trip, but also because i wasn’t comfortable with the fact that we didn’t had the tickets in advance. Which by the way, you can buy them before, but it costs wayyyyyy more than if you buy in Bali. As i said, Made took us to a travel agency, so we paid 500.000 IDR, with pick-up and drop off, so far i believe its the cheapest fee you can get.

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And there we were.. Padang Bay. In the midst of loads of backpackers, young couples, elder couples, families, friends,…. All looking forward to go to one of the three super small islands between Bali and Lombok.

As we started approaching the Gili Islands, you could already sense that they were pretty unique. Very small, no cars, no roads, no motorbikes, no pollution, and then clear light turquoise water. Perfect for a get-away.

Out of the three, I picked Gili Trawangan, the biggest and more happening of them all. Either way, you can always stay one night in each, as you just need a fast boat to go from island to island. Although Gili Trawangan is the biggest, its still a 2-per-3-kilometers sized island.

Arriving to our stop, we had to jump out of the boat into the sand, then wait till our bags were placed on the beach, and look for our “tuk-tuk-on-an-horse” transport to take us to the hotel. This means of transport has its twerks, so just make sure you follow the driver’s instructions clearly, and keep the tuk-tuk balanced.

In the roads you will find: tuk-tuks, bicycles and barefoot people. Period.
The whole vibe turns you automatically into a chilled-backpacker/hippie/hipster/nomad, it just makes you want to stay in that little bubble for a lot longer than you planned.

The hotel i booked was going to be the best of the 4, i tried to book all the hotels so that the next was better than the previous, and this was just the absolute best!
Its right in the middle of the island, away from everything (at least as much as you can in a 2×3 island). As the tuk-tuk reached Villas Otalia, it was already surpassing all expectations. The reception is this opened porch, in the middle of a perfectly curated garden, with dozens of city-like-bicycles free for the guests.
And by the time we arrived in our room, correction: bungalow, the ladies were WOWed! As images are worth a million words…

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The next days were spent in the main beach, overlooking the next Gili, as there are less corals in the beach (so you can walk into the water, instead of cutting your feet in the millions of bits and pieces of broken corals.

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In the same side of the island, its a pretty cool area to snorkel, i wouldn’t say the best, as we didn’t do any snorkeling tour, and this area is pretty busy.
Our main goal tough was to swim with Sea Turtles. And we did it! It was an absolutely amazing experience to be swimming around these beautiful creatures, and one of my most treasured moments of my life so far.

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There isn’t much to do in the island, but you can always “bike-around”. In one of those tours, we saw a local in the sea, playing around with his horse… Just magical to say the least.

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Our “life in the island” would shift to the West coast at around 4/5pm. We would cycle to the other side of the island, and pick a bar to watch the sunset.
Sunsets in the Gilis are almost a law, i would say around 80% of the two-legged creatures in the island, gathers around to watch the sun ending an perfect day.

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The rest of the days were spent in absolute chillness, in the same “”””boring”””” routine.
The weather was perfect every single day, and the clouds simply did not come to the Gilis once. They would hover over Lombok’s volcano instead, making the whole scenery even more stunning.

To finish these absolutely perfect trip, we were accompanied by dolphins on our way back to Bali…
Just perfect.

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Perfect.

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about

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My name is Diana, but you can call me Di.
I’m a proud portuguese woman – yeah yeah, the “land” of Cristiano Ronaldo.
Portugal is also an amazingly sunny country, full of welcoming people, amazing food, exquisite wines, great beaches and an enormous cultural and historical background – founded in the year 868! But well… Cristiano Ronaldo lately has placed our country high on the map of football.
I’m 31 years old, or like i see it: 20 year old spirit, plus 11 of experience. And i have to say that ever since i turned 30, my life has been absolutely amazing!

I wish i could tell you that i sold all my possessions, and that i am traveling the world with an old vintage leather suitcase…

But i can’t.

So far there aren’t that many possessions to sell. And i have to admit, i’m still stuck between wishing to have some sort of a career, and traveling the world 24/7.
Also its kinda complicated to be an interior designer and not have a house. Where else should i display all the beautiful things I bought around the world?

So for now.. think i got the best of both worlds. I moved to Malaysia, and thanks to AirAsia i can fly to stunning destinations for a super low rate.

Going back on history, i was lucky enough to travel a lot with my family. And I fell madly in love with Airports before i even knew what love was… And i never fell out of love.

I was always encouraged to visit as much as i could in any city, because i didn’t know if i would ever be able to return to that place again.
When on holidays, we used to gather around after dinner, to decide what we would do the next day. And because we are all kinda control freaks and map addicts, we would make sure the route was properly organized, so we wouldn’t waste time.
I remember being about 10, landing in Athens with my whole entourage, and running (alone!) to the exchange counter to get my first drachmas. Never mind the fact that my family was panicking, cos they had no idea where i was, till they saw me running towards them, proudly showing my new bank notes from a far away country!
And i will always remember my first “solo” trip when i was 11, off to Edinburgh for 4 weeks, when i crashed into an english summer program, with a bunch of other kids i didn’t knew before.
Then our roadtrips with nothing booked but the final destination, crossing different countries, cities, rivers, and very often filled with awesome stories, like that one time we got stranded by a huge snowstorm, and had to sleep in a school…

Truth is.. I blame solely my family for my traveling addiction… And i will never forgive them!

My yearly visits to ski in the Dolomite had me learn Italian in no time, i’m quite sure i could speak some Italian before i could add 2+2.
And again, i fell in love..
With Italy.
Throughout the years, i fell in love with the mountains, the language, the food, the history, the architecture, the art, the culture, the lifestyle, the aperitivi, the Italian men….
So when i finished college, i moved to Italy!
I had an amazing job, worked with people from all over the world, started playing golf, lived in front of the sea, had amazing food and wine every single day, gained 14kg (!), and traveled through Italy, Switzerland and Slovenia.
Then 2 years later, i decided to move back to Portugal, thinking it was for good, rented an apartment, renovated the whole house, made it a home…. But right in the middle of the euro crisis…So the traveling business kinda calmed down a bit.
Then 2,5 years later i traveled to Kuala Lumpur for work… And i just fell in love all over again… Right on my second day in Asia, i was amazed at how a place that was so far away from home, with such a different culture, could make me feel so happy.
So I decided to accept a job offer and moved to Malaysia!
And even now, more than 2 years later, i still find myself smiling in the middle of the street, when i realize that i’m living here.

Like i said.. i got the best of both worlds.
I have my career and a house, but at the same time, i can travel… Oh, i can travel!!

From swimming with sharks in Perhentians, to surfing in the Bali coral reefs, playing soccer with kids in the middle of Manila, trowing a flying lantern in new year’s eve in Krabi, riding a bike in the midst of chaotic Saigon, roadtrippin’ to the tea plantations in Cameron Highlands, and spending the most unbelievable days in a 2x3km island in Indonesia… Asia just opened my mind and my heart in a way i never thought it was possible. And rekindled my will to travel.

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penang, malaysia

The first time i went to Penang, was in 2012, i hadn’t decided yet if i was going to move to Malaysia or not, so i needed to explore more before i went back to Portugal. There was also a very “American-expedition” going on that that weekend, but lets keep this PG and go on about Penang instead.

Penang is one of those places that i honestly don’t mind continue visiting. I still feel like a tourist there, even though in my past 3 visits I was the tour guide. You’ll start hearing about “Diana-Graça-Oliva-Tours” in no time!

I think of Penang as a mixture between Kuala Lumpur-Singapore-and-a-hippie-cafe-in-europe. You have a little bit of everything, the Malaysian vibe and beautiful hidden beaches; the heritage buildings and cafes properly redesigned as in Singapore; and the many-many-many boutique hotels, vintage shops, hippie cafes and proper street art as in Europe.
And i believe that it’s this weird mixture that makes Penang my TOP destination for a weekend in Malaysia.

As i’ve been in Penang many times, i think i finally found the best way to visit it, so that’s what i’ll be sharing with you today…

A few important things you need to know about Penang:
It is an ISLAND. I know it has bridges connecting it to the mainland, but its still an Island.
As an island, space is limited for roads and highways (in Penang?… lol). There is basically one road to go from the Airport to Georgetown to Batu Ferringi to Taman Negara. Therefore, the traffic jam is… lets say chaotic!
Taxis don’t use meter. It doesn’t matter how much you argue, or how much you think its not fair. They still won’t use it. And because no taxi goes by meter, the prices are usually standard. So try to agree to a good fee, but be patient. (60RM from Georgetown to Taman Negara)
The BUS in Penang, on the other hand, is great! Super cheap 6RM to do the same distance, air con, and it still goes through the same exact road as all taxis and cars.
So lets do the maths, one lane road for taxis, cars and BUS… Everyone is still gonna be driving behind the BUS. So thats what i always do – take the BUS from Georgetown to Taman Negara (and all trips within that area). Taxis just to go to the Airport, as there is a small “freeway” from outskirts of Georgetown to the Airport.

Given that you now know the basics… you will understand why i believe the best place to stay in Georgetown, actually depends on want you want to visit, and what you want to do.

I would say the best way to do this is to stay in Georgetown the first day/days, i’ve been staying in Boutique Hotels and its completely worth it. Armenian House has THE BEST location, and i can vouch for them. Khim is like the friendliest person ever, and i just need to whatsapp her and we’re ON! Another beautiful place is No 12 Penang Old House, a bit further off the historical centre, but totally worth it!
Another reason why i stay in Armenian House, or anywhere near Armenian Road, is cos you have it all in a walking distance.

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For breakfast you should DEFINITELY go to ChinaHouse, its like—the most trendy, fantastic, amazing, blah blah place in Penang. You can go there for breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, drinks… and they always have this AMAZING cakes and desert table for you to drool over. Did i mention they also have an Art Gallery on the first floor? Oh.. and a long tail piano in the bar……. This place alone is worth getting on a plane and fly from KL.

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After breakfast, you should start your tour, get a map of the street art and go around to find it, go through Little India, the temples around Armenian Road – specially the Ancestral Temple, go to Beach Street, the Fort…..

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Make sure you have time for yet another super cool cafe – Mugshot, great coffees and fresh juices, a nice open yard in the centre, and of course, the well known mugshot wall, so you can write your crime, and take the typical mugshot photo.

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Once you’ve visited Georgetown and the South of Penang, you should move North, to Batu Ferringi.

The ideal is to book a different hotel, in Batu Ferringi, walking distance to Hard Rock Hotel, because this area has one and very dangerous road to be walking on, you won’t be able to walk around anywhere unless you’re near the Hard Rock.

Last time i stayed in Fifty Five Holiday Guesthouse, owned by a very friendly chinese girl. This is actually her family’s house, that she decorated and turned into a guesthouse. You can use the kitchen, the porch, living room… its like a home! Very close to the the best spot for food, drinks and sunset: Bora Bora Bar, right in the beach. So make sure you spend a sunset and night here.

The beach in Batu Ferringi in my opinion is not nice at all. Its fantastic for sunset, seriously, but not for sunbathing or anything like that. There’s too much boats, jet-skys, and overall not that clean. But sunsets are really worth it, and dinners by the beach. Batu Ferringi area had amazing restaurants and outdoor food-courts, so keep an eye out for that!

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To go to a proper beautiful beach, you should take the Bus to the end of that creepy serpentine road, all the way to Taman Negara. There you either hike through the jungle or take a boat (150RM two ways per boat), and go to Turtle Beach.
Its about 10/15 min with a boat, but isolated, its not like Tioman or Phuket, but still beautiful. Its almost private, and its a beautiful place to spend the day. Just make sure you take food and drinks though, there isn’t much around there.

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On your way back to the airport, make sure you have plenty of time to catch your flight, the traffic in the end of the day is CHAOS. In case you miss your flight…. Accidentally of course… Go back to ChinaHouse!

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