tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89153418251474858942024-03-13T17:44:22.762+01:00Sambal Delivery PostUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-89679376919264848802013-01-01T01:25:00.001+01:002013-05-14T13:30:19.267+02:00Keukenhorf, the Netherlands
Every spring, there is one place in the Netherlands that guarantees flocks of local and foreign visitors – the Keukenhof, or the tulips garden.
Not to confuse with the name of a city, Keukenhof is actually the name of the tulips garden itself. However, because of the vast area covered by the garden (at approximately 32 hectares), Keukenhof – also the world’s largest flower garden – Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-22337298724180673232010-05-14T00:19:00.000+02:002013-05-14T13:30:47.561+02:00Also Featured
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The most visited city in the world and arguably the most beautiful city. Find out what makes Paris my most favourite city so far. More… The capital of Britain’s imperial past and the centre of Greenwich time zone. What makes the world gyrates around London? More… The eternal city of Rome has theUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-35318559594784553342009-06-16T20:40:00.001+02:002009-06-16T20:41:54.500+02:00Istanbul, from the Golden Horn to BosphorusA Youth Backpacker in Europe Part III Chapter VI-III Istanbul, from the Golden Horn to Bosphorus . Take a measly minute to cut out Old Istanbul City from the scarcely available printed Istanbul map and then season with three-drop of creativity juice you squeezed so hard from your rusted brain onto the map. What you will get is not an oyster plate in an extravagant French restaurant, but Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-88194428271341307352009-06-09T12:49:00.001+02:002009-06-09T12:49:45.344+02:00Istanbul, Unravel the Shopping StoryA Youth Backpacker in Europe Part III Chapter VI-II Istanbul, Unravel the Shopping Story It was a love imagination which I had shared in the last entry. The truth is the story could never be true. Why? Although the distance between Grand Bazaar and the Blue Mosque is not a moon away, they are not located next to each other. Second, there isn’t any huge square next to the Grand Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-47461325684915953722009-05-30T09:12:00.001+02:002009-05-30T09:12:51.876+02:00Istanbul, the Magic Love CityA Youth Backpacker in Europe Part III Chapter VI Istanbul, the Magic Love City When it comes to Istanbul, I used to have this imagination. It was eerily early in the morning, just about the time when the first ray of morning sunshine cracked the dawn. Dressed in a light buttoned dirty green shirt and in a pair of Prussian blue jeans, I departed from hotel and headed towards the giant Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-58302781863242621922009-05-24T07:50:00.001+02:002009-05-24T07:50:42.572+02:00Cappadocia, Ascending to a Quarter CenturyA Youth Backpacker in Europe Part III Chapter V-III Cappadocia, Ascending for a Quarter Century I imagined it would be a glaring ray of light, so harsh to the eyes and even hurtful for just a sneak peek. I reckoned it was a once in a life time opportunity to indulge sunrise at this altitude without the complication of climbing up a hill early in the morning. Gazing at a distant view, it Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-55548906707722271462009-05-17T22:25:00.001+02:002009-05-17T22:26:46.799+02:00Cappadocia, from Uchisar to IhlaraA Youth Backpacker in Europe Part III Chapter V-II Cappadocia II, from Uchisar to Ihlara There were three prominent colours in Cappadocia, the red, the green and the blue. It was not a reference to the layers of colour vividly crafted on the cliff face of the renowned eerie lunar landscape over the course of centuries that can keep your eyes glued for hours. Neither does the colourful Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-19734225046709404992009-05-08T19:15:00.001+02:002009-05-08T19:21:57.857+02:00Cappadocia, the Impression A Youth Backpacker in Europe Part III Chapter V-I Cappadocia, the Impression Remained stagnant on the back of a hardy black horse at the top edge of an endless cliff formation where the eerie lunar landscape was crafted. Gazing under the blazing hot sun, the even land encompassed by the breathtaking cliff formation showed no sign of vegetation and was equally unbounded. The occasional breeze Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-36256603490199699922009-05-02T13:00:00.001+02:002009-05-02T13:00:37.676+02:00Konya, the Mecca of TurkeyA Youth Backpacker in Europe Part III Chapter IV Konya, the Mecca of Turkey Visiting Turkey without visiting Konya is similar to skipping pyramid in Egypt or missing Eiffel Tower in Paris. Islamic culture is prevalent in the entire Turkey as 98% of the population in is Muslim, although the influence was evidently less significant in metropolises where the daily five prayers routine was Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-87263608663452927032009-04-25T23:04:00.001+02:002009-04-25T23:08:08.557+02:00Pamukkale, the Cotton CastleA Youth Backpacker in Europe Part III Chapter III Pamukkale, the Cotton Castle In the morning of my third day in Turkey, I finally boarded on my pilot road journey with the renowned Turkish bus system. To what many people find themselves being sceptical about, it was a downright routine practice in the Turkish bus system – complimentary drink and food service on board. And if you are lucky,Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-9603334273960556102009-04-18T22:33:00.001+02:002009-04-18T22:48:59.239+02:00Selçuk-Efes, the Modern Ancient JewelA Backpacker in Europe Part III Chapter II Selçuk-Efes, the Modern Ancient Jewel   Turkey is a country of skewed population. More than 60% of the population of Turkey is under 25 years old. And visited Turkey during its general election period (unplanned), the fresh ideas or idealism from modern Turkey could be heard everywhere. Contrary to its very broad young generation base, TurkeyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-54208888105753856382009-04-10T23:39:00.001+02:002009-04-10T23:55:16.421+02:00Turkey, IntroductionA Youth Backpacker in Europe Part III Chapter I Turkey, Introduction My attempt to draft the very first paragraph of my recent trip to Turkey had resulted in the emergence of unsolicited panoply of ideas rivalling keenly through the introduction entrance. The inundation of ideas had triggered my indecisiveness and troubled my search for the perfect opening to this unforgettable Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-79002229484842434122009-03-15T12:57:00.001+01:002009-03-15T13:02:35.570+01:00London, Where the Bridge is Falling Down A Youth Backpacker in Europe Part II Chapter IX London, Where the Bridge is Falling Down   Whether it is “London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down…”, or “My London London Bridge wanna go down, My London London London keeps going down…”, London Bridge is certainly not the port of call for many, though inevitably you will be surprised by the structure whilst in your Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-28954418276928103012009-03-07T13:52:00.001+01:002009-03-07T14:02:03.390+01:00Vatican City, the… Vatican City A Youth Backpacker in Europe Part II Chapter VIII Vatican City, the…Vatican City It was a “holy” journey. It all started with the subway ride when everybody left the same  underground station. I wasn’t aware of the number of religious people surrounded me, but there were immense. I only started to realise that despite the unspoken conversation, we all shared the same destination – Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-80946984648218583902009-02-28T16:13:00.001+01:002009-03-01T14:13:43.194+01:00Rome, the Eternal City A Youth Backpacker in Europe Part II Chapter VII Rome, the Eternal City   If Rome, or Roma in its native language, which is also the phonetic translation of he city in Mandarin language, was not built within a day, then visiting Rome is surely not a one-day affair. People call this the “Eternal city” because of its uninterrupted history as an important centre of power for more Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-81252258576111308422009-02-21T17:01:00.001+01:002009-02-21T17:17:56.378+01:00Venice, the Sinking City A Youth Backpacker in Europe Part II Chapter VI Venice, the Sinking City Venice is very beautiful. That’s the arguably the first utterance of people related to Venice. Undoubtedly, it is unique; an entirely auto-free archipelago surrounded by numerous meandering canals and is connected by more than 400 bridges. Not to mention also is the world renowned gondolas that promise to burn Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-1693054931768144142009-02-14T13:41:00.003+01:002009-02-14T13:52:05.664+01:00Milano, the Glittering CityA Youth Backpacker in EuropePart II Chapter VMilano, the Glittering CityI was profoundly excited to have finally reached Italy, the arguably most frequented European country. Origin of Renaissance, Italian ice-cream, paradise of world leading fashion brands including my favourite Dolce and Gabbana, and the world renowned horniness of Italian men, the inundation of street kissing scenes and the Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-31221526113699713562009-01-11T21:43:00.018+01:002009-01-11T23:01:49.451+01:00Thusis - Filisur - Pontresina - St.Moritz - TiranoA Youth Backpacker in EuropePart II Chapter VIThusis - Filisur - Pontresina - St. Moritz - TiranoTravel Dates: 10/9/2008-11/9/2008After Zürich, my Swiss journey embarked with a cycling trip from Thüsis to Filisur. I picked up my pre-booked bicycle at Thüsis train station, which costs me circa €30. It was a 3okm cycling route marked grade 6 in Swiss standard, which is the hardest. I believed it Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-10947516168373580572008-12-14T21:48:00.024+01:002008-12-14T22:27:57.119+01:00Zürich, the Best Living Quality CityA Youth Backpacker in EuropePart II Chapter VZürich, the Best Living Quality CityCity: ZürichCountry: SwitzerlandCurrency: Swiss FrancTravel Dates: 07/09/2008 - 10/09/2008Contradictory to many common beliefs, Zürich is not the capital of Switzerland. Instead, Bern is actually the capital city. However, Zürich often steals the lime light as the commercial and cultural capital of Switzerland. Does Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-16443882131157686862008-11-30T07:25:00.015+01:002008-11-30T08:00:12.082+01:00Interlaken, Flying Without WingsA Youth Backpacker in EuropePart II Chapter IVInterlaken, Flying Without WingsCountry: SwitzerlandCurrency: Swiss FrancTravel Date: 6/9/2008 – 7/9/2008There was only one pure goal for Interlaken – to fly. Whilst there are many ways to fly, including those death-defying ones, one way certainly outshined the others. It was the one that I have always longed for when I was a kid. It was also the one Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-26582769650881629612008-11-24T07:43:00.008+01:002008-11-24T07:59:08.848+01:00Montreux, First Swiss TasteA Youth Backpacker in EuropePart II Chapter IIIMontreux, First Swiss TasteCity: Montreux; Country: Switzerland; Currency: Swiss Franc; Travel Date: 6/9/2008Waved goodbye to my extremely short stay in Nice, I boarded on a flight that spared me from the 16-hour train ride from Nice to Geneva, Switzerland. However, Geneva was merely a transit point to my forty-euro-for-an-hour ultimate first class Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-43050956605352059062008-11-02T14:32:00.011+01:002008-11-02T14:54:56.235+01:00Nice, Pinocchio vs FenocchioA Youth Backpacker in EuropePart II Chapter IINice, Pinocchio vs. FenocchioCity: NiceCountry: FranceCurrency: Euro (€)Dates of Travel: 5/9/2008Caption: Baie des AngesIf you are travelling to a city named Nice, it would only be appropriate if you ensure a nice feeling throughout. And this rule shows no exemption to a three-hour train delay and missing information on the bus you have to catch to Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-829414924444498762008-10-27T14:12:00.010+01:002008-10-27T14:34:00.380+01:00Marseille, Second French ConnectionA Youth Backpacker in EuropePart II Chapter I Marseille, Second French ConnectionCity: MarseilleCountry: FranceCurrency: Euro (€)Travel date: 4/9/2008 – 6/9/2008Couchsurfing: 2 nightsThough I wouldn’t say that it was a shoddy planning due to the extra lengthy working hour during my internship in Indonesia and England, the entire planning of the summer trip was pretty much resembled the idea of Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-69771018197041049162008-10-19T14:40:00.006+02:002008-10-19T14:48:01.860+02:00Summer Trip PreludeA Youth Backpacker in EuropePart Two Summer Trip 2008PreludeIn my last post, I mentioned Berlin was the “last” stop of my winter trip. It was actually not because I took a detour to Hamburg on the last day of my month long travel since Berlin had literally killed my passion for travel with its persistently stubborn downpour. However, Hamburg will not be featured in this column as in my opinion itUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915341825147485894.post-87220293591575920042008-10-13T12:39:00.012+02:002008-10-13T14:51:19.879+02:00Berlin, Feels Like HomeA Youth Backpacker in EuropeChapter XIBerlin, Feels Like Home City: BerlinCountry: GermanyCurrency: Euro (€)Travel Date: 19-22 January 2008Travel Buddies: Siddharth, Egon, Rahma, Stella, Philipp, Chris and MeghanCaption: Single most important depiction of Berlin historyBerlin is such an important city for past and current world affairs and it is definitely a crucial checkpoint for the world's Unknownnoreply@blogger.com