The Madness Begins
Embarking on my first leg later today. I think it's time that I upgrade my personal travel map.

See you tomorrow!

Embarking on my first leg later today. I think it's time that I upgrade my personal travel map.

See you tomorrow!

Day Train from Munich to Milan [part 1]
I originally thought of flying from Munich to Milan but I've never been on a European train before (other than subway systems) so I decided to use the efficient rail system instead. You know, take your average third world city boy and put him in a train to enjoy a bit of countryside scenery yaddi yaddi yadda. I think it's a nice way to travel -- especially when you're traveling with 40 kilos worth of baggage on you. And I'm not talking about your body weight, Snejana.

Munich Train Station - Hauptbahnhof München
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I popped by Opposite House in Sanlitun for a quick drink and snack after a long day of shopping. Opposite House is such a beautiful 'designer' boutique hotel. I was originally planning to stay here but the price point is out of my league. Hopefully next time when I have money I'll stay here.
Gorgeous, gorgeous hotel :-)
Globe-Trotter, Tumi & Filson Luggage
Gone are the days when one could easily charm their way out of paying excess baggage fees at the airport. I remember vividly how back in the day, all I had to do was plead, smile and wink to airline staff just to get away hauling my crap to the plane without paying a single cent. Fast forward to the present and all the airlines now are a bunch of penny-pinching, nickel-and-diming retards who would balk at you to pony up the greenbacks even if you're a few kilos overweight. I was shocked when I got a copy of my report from my accountant earlier this week. I know I did a bit of traveling this year compared to previous years (which still isn't a lot compared to other people), but holy Manolo Batman, I cannot believe how much I ended up paying to fly my garbage around!
You know you're back home in the third world when everything that comes out on the luggage carousel are in boxes!
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The Gardens Hotel Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
The Gardens Hotel in Mid Valley City, Kuala Lumpur is where I stayed during Malaysia International Fashion Week.

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Where Next?
Y'all know by now that I'm (unfortunately) back in the good ol' cesspit of the third world.

Now where's next? Where should I spread my faggotry next? Anyone wanna sponsor me a quick trip somewhere? I'm all yours.

Waiting at the airport...
Here I am, again, all alone at the airport. It's 7:30AM and I got here an hour ago. I look like a mess cause I've been up ALL NIGHT!
See you in a few hours!

Singapore, Are You Ready?
Someone's about to paint the town red...

Coming soon. Like "in a few hours" soon.
Watch this space. I love you all!

US$2,496 for an 8-Hour Flight???
Price does not include taxes, fuel charges and all that bollocking bullcrap they charge on top of the fare. AND THIS IS CATTLE CLASS!!!!!

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Department of AGEING
I found this little flyer on my seat when I woke up mid-flight. Yes, I spent the entire time sleeping in the plane.

I know I'm sick, thanks to chain-smoking and sleep deprivation over the past few weeks. But man oh man, thank YOU, Australia, for making me paranoid. I was so paranoid that a couple of men in radioactive suits will pull me out of the flight and isolate me.... all because of a cold/flu. Those Aussies and Kiwis take those biohazard hoohaa crap seriously. I MEAN IT!!!! I've seen old ladies (I shit you not!!!) at Auckland airport get interrogated by New Zealand Customs, FBI-style, simply because their bags had traces of fruit in em.
Luckily nobody asked me anything so I'm all good. Maybe they gave that flyer to everyone on the flight? I dunno.
Meanwhile, guess where my next destination is?


PS. And please, for the life of god, no, it's not Paris. Unless any one of you will buy me business class tickets (oh what the hell, FIRST CLASS by EMIRATES) to Paris, I suggest that YOU hold that thought for now.
See you!
Guess where I'm going?

photo credit: flickr
See you tomorrow! It's gonna be a long-ass flight.

Yung Kee Restaurant, Hong Kong
What's a trip overseas without making new gay friends? I love them gays! I really do. Most of my real-life friends (HUWATTT FRIENDS ?!?!?!) are often married geriatrics, and worse, married geriatrics WITH KIDS. Because of this, I sometimes forget that I'm a young gay person. HUWATTTT YOUNG GAY PERSON? Haha. JK.

ANYHOO. Johannes and Kenneth invited me for lunch at Yung Kee restaurant, famous (apparently) for its roasted goose. No we didn't eat dog or baby pigeons, don't be silly. Click click click!
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PS. I think I saw that Miriam Quiambao person. SINO SHAAAAAA? Just kidding.

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