The Sisterhood Of The World Bloggers

January 19, 2016

Me and my bitches on holiday. HashtagGirlsOnTour 

Dead or alive, I'll always be 'The late Jasiminne Yip'. I'm perpetually the last to show up - at breakfast (if I put in a appearance at all), at birthdays (even my own. I came into the world two weeks late, fact. Sorry, mum)...My real-life tardiness extends to the world of the wide web. Angie roped me into The Sisterhood of the World Bloggers tag two whole weeks ago and I'm finally getting down to business. Thank Confucius it's not up to me to defeat the Huns, or all of China will be speaking Mongol today.

Tag, you're itThe Sisterhood Of The World Bloggers

1/ Where is your all-time favourite destination?
At the risk of having my 'citizen of the world' membership revoked I'm going to answer: Malaysia. Ironically, it took me travelling to continents far and wide to realise how culturally diverse, uniquely beautiful, and covetable my motherland is. Venturing beyond the society soirees of Kuala Lumpur made me appreciate my country in a whole different way, whether its rolling 'round the rainforest with wild animals, getting up close and personal with endangered species like the orangutan, or soaking in the impossibly turquoise waters surrounding Redang Island.


2/ Which post are you most proud of?
I've had heaps of lovely feedback on my Cuba and Russia blog posts but there's no "Damn, I did good" affirmation more significant than receiving an invitation from the Latvian Tourism Development Agency to discuss all things, well, tourism at the Latvian Embassy in London. Yes, I'm astonished too. In a week's time I'll be speaking with the industry experts on a topic and country I've come to love (but never imagined would love me back) and it's all because of my immensely popular post 'Things To Do In Riga', so that's the one! 

Art Nouveau-hopping, fine-dining, trekking through the snow, and husky dog sledding: my 'Things To Do In Riga'


3/ Who would you invite to your dream dinner party, alive or dead?
Marquis de Sade and Leopold Von Sacher Masoch (seat them side by side and you have sado-masochism - my two favourite genre of literature, after trashy social-economic summer reads), Sebastian Horsley, Roald Dahl, Edith Wharton and Consuelo Vanderbilt aka the former Duchess of Malborough (imagine what they'd have to say about New York!), Allen Ginsberg, Baudelaire, and finally, Helen Mirren because she's one smokin' Dame.


4/ Do you have a favourite travel app?
It's not a travel app per se but when I'm abroad - especially in an unfamiliar country where I don't speak the language - I get around with Uber. It's so much safer than hailing a regular taxi, there's far less chance of being taken for a literal and figurative ride by unscrupulous cabbies who drive the 'scenic route' to jack up your fees, and none of my undignified miming to explain where I want to go. Plus I get all my journey summaries emailed to myself, which means I can keep track of my receipts and my routes!


5/ What’s your favourite and least favourite thing about blogging?

My favourite...where do I even begin? Beside the fact that I get rewarded for indulging my natural superfluidity and spammer tendencies (would you like to see 527801 photos of my latest holiday LOOK) blogging has brought me into orbit with people, experiences, and opportunities most enriching. I'm not going to win any Pulitzer Prizes nor receive invitations to the White House soon, but damn, if I got to meet half the lovely readers who write me comments, I'd be as happy as a tortoise with a strawberry 
Least favourite: Sweet corn on the cob, some bloggers are so damn competitive and downright nasty! It makes me wonder what they're overcompensating for and why they started blogging to begin with... 


6/ Is anything you like to do any time you visit somewhere new?

I'm supposed to say "Take only memories, leave only footprints" right? Sorry to disappoint, but my contrivances are far more embarrassing: puns. Namely, bad puns. That distant look in my eye as the sun sizzles into the sea isn't one of soul-searching contemplation but rather the glossy stare of someone racking her brains for suitable, crappy wordplay. 
Exhibit A: Belem Tower in Lisbon? "I can't get enough of this architecture, it's so Moorish." 
Exhibit B: In Montenegro, an improv rap: “Balkan so Hard Montenegrins wanna fine me. First Serbs gotta find me. What's Kosovo to a Yugoslavian like me, can you please remind me?"
Yes, I hate me too.

The insufferable-pun-peddling-bonehead on the right is already composing her Instagram caption: 
"A night out on the tiles, hyuk hyuk hyuk."


7/ Where is somewhere you’ve been that you didn’t expect much of, but ended up loving?

Henry and I popped over to Romania for a vampire weekend, which I expected nothing more of than Dracula tourism (I bought a Vlad the Impaler tee which came apart in the wash. I have no regrets) but I was pleasantly surprised by how much fun I had! The food was terrible, the cold was bitter, the walking never-ending (and you know my aversion to all things cardio-related) yet I was delighted by the simple pleasures of climbing snowy hills - in Stuart Weitzman boots too - and exploring palaces in rural towns. A vampire bat did steal my iPhone, nevertheless my trip to Romania had plenty of bite.

Fangs for the memories, Transylvania.


8/ What’s your pet peeve?

Oh my God, roaming charges especially in countries that don't regularly offer free public wifi. Just kill me now. 

Behind that composed smile that reads "Nice hair don't care" is a seething madwoman screaming internally: 
"How much is it going to cost me to Instagram this photo?!"


9/ What’s your most treasured possession?

My British Permanent Residence, naturally! How else could I live in London (itself one of, if not the most, metropolitan capital in the world) for half of the year and spend the other half nipping over to Europe on a whim? If I had to add one more treasured possession to my imaginary insurance policy it wouldn't be my passport (these things are so easy to replace) but rather, my spankin' new Canon 6D. This compact powerhouse is my first full frame camera which means no more backing up six hundred thousand miles away to use my 85mm lens, oh joy of joys!

I should be rounding up this post by passing it on, but really, I've left it so late that I've already run out of bloggers to tag in The Sisterhood Of The World Bloggers. Rather, I'm going to ask you to link me to your favourite travel blog post, in the comments below! Go on...I need some procrastination reads to get me through pre-midweek-hump...x

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