Nepal is an awesome country, and when I visited, I had an amazing time.  I made a video to share my experience. 

Maui is like an endless summer. Three weeks living in Hawaii should be fabulous. My living room view has a perfect view of the ocean so I can see all the para-surfers going along the water. All the locals here are very chilled out and relaxed like they don’t have a care in the world. I woke up early and looked out my window to see people at seven am already para-surfing.

The Tower of London was once home to William the Conqueror. It is a place that I have always wanted to visit, but I have never had the chance to, until now.

There are a lot of places in the world with a lakeside view, but nothing is quite like the view of Chapala, Mexico from the Chapala Lakeside Market, which is right on the water. This is not just a park, but it has lots of vendors that sell really cool things, like hand-woven backpacks, leather bags, jewelry, and snacks.

Chapala Malecon

The dry sand crunches under my feet as I walk across the beach. Little crabs skitter out of the way, racing amongst the scattered fragments of coral and seashells long abandoned to flip into the sea. For once, the ocean is calm. There’s not a ripple to be seen, as far as the horizon. A glassy mirror, the water reflects the cerulean sky above. Besides the wind dancing through the trees and my bare feet softly padding over the sand, a blanket of peaceful silence has settled over the beach.

The sun was just rising over the Laotian jungle. Mist still blanketed the Nam Khan River. It was cool out. The sun glowed through the mist, providing  an eerie morning.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber is a medieval walled village in Bavaria, Germany. Its' beautiful 17th century architecture and romantic atmosphere draws visitors from all over the world.

Rothenburg’s streets are lined with quaint rows of houses, many of which date back to the medieval period.

I’ve lived here all my life, but never had I seen so much color in Singapore – bright orange columns against the dirty cream of signs reading “Internet Café, 24 hours” with blinking neon arrows. As I walked towards the ethnic neighbourhood of Little India, the gravel beneath my sneakers slowly fell away to a tessellation of orange diamonds, and the public housing shrank to traditional shophouses, standing in full glory from red windows, to turquoise walls, and striped patio blinds.