Condé Nast Traveler I'll be gone for a while

the thought of zero network zone excites me
the idea of living without an ATM seems fine
covering only two food groups a day sounds perfectly healthy
the promise of a stranger's bed is enticing
waking up without a plan, what can be wrong with that?
living out of a backpack is cool too.

A seaside vacation, 3 days of mindless eating and a few realizations

'SALE' and not the sun's orange loveliness at sunset brings me happiness.
A room with a view is good, but the room should be really good, view often ceases to matter.
There's something called too much seafood.
There's nothing called travelling light.
I am very good at haggling. Anywhere.
Malls and multiplexes are a very important part of my life.
So is a television.
I gazed at the sea and rued missing Benetton's end of season sale back home. Do I need help?

The clouds parted, angels sang, and a golden beam of sunlight was cast...
Maybe I am not too fond of the sea after all. Maybe, Orkut & Facebook albums aren't the best reasons to go on a vacation. And maybe there's really no place like home.