I write long captions because I can't be bothered to create a proper blog.
You've probably heard how amazing @vesselhostel is by now. It's an OC person's dream (also a traveler's dream and a plant lady's dream). But the best thing about Vessel is how it welcomes the sun at 7 in the morning; as if nothing else exists but its beautiful home and the gorgeous light hitting its every corner. This hostel is DEFINITELY worth walking the highway for (at 2 o'clock in the morning, no less)! 😂😂😂
I want you;
I'll color me blue.
That ray of morning light, magically, generously lending itself; as if saying, "I know you're a city girl through and through but hey, look at me and see how I can be kinder to you." And kind (and nice and warm and lovely and funny and worth it) you are, indeed.
We will go
Nowhere we know
We don't have to talk at all
Bacon and pancakes and a quick run away from the city.
I've been to Seoul twice before. Even then, I knew their street food game is so damn strong. Coming back four years later, I now find on the streets this gloriously grilled lobster (fresh and sweet) that is then torched with a good sprinkling of cheese (thank the Lord). It was more expensive than my lunch that day but— AHJUSSI, TAKE MY MONEY!!! #sorryfishballs#📍KCxSeoul
View from my hotel room, taken on my first night in Seoul (the second half of my mini, slightly impromptu Asian trip which I have held off posting so much about because it will make me miss a lot of things and it could potentially break my heart again into tiny little bits.) #📍KCxSeoul
This is what I'll always remember about Fukuoka: marveling at fully bloomed cherry blossoms, uninterrupted, and the crazy cold winds that always make a decent photo impossible. Domo arigatou gozaimasou, Fukuoka! ❤️ #📍KCxFukuoka
Here's my Shoutout Saturday*: mornings in Japan. The calm, the smell of delicious coffee in the morning, the pleasurable walks, the trains that greet you every morning. For someone who does not miss a lot of things, I miss all that and more. #📍KCxFukuoka
*Totally made that up
The sun was awfully shy in Fukuoka. But it was generous with the wind and the cold. It doesn't help the city was surrounded by a huge body of water. But on our last few days, the sun came out. And we remembered to walk by our hotel's back streets. An arm stretch away, a line of beautiful cherry blossoms greeted us. Everything in perfect time. 🌸🌸🌸 #📍KCxFukuoka
It was along a sketchy, red light district in Fukuoka. How we ended up there is a mystery until today. All I know is that everywhere I looked, there were men in suits and coats, standing in front of night clubs, skimming the crowd for potential customers to invite (PSA: We never got an invite; looks like we don't fit the profile.)
And then we stumbled upon this place— it was beside a corner flower shop and across a boulangerie (where I had the best custard bun of my life). It can seat 30 people at best and had poor ventilation (I smelled like my gyoza after). The menu was straightforward and had pictures for foreigners like us with hungry stomachs and could do no better than just point at every delicious looking food on the menu. Anyway, long story short, of the many times I've been to Japan, this has to be one of my ultimate best finds. In hindsight, maybe even one of my most favorite finds in the world. If only I can remember how to go back. #📍KCxFukuoka
(Now toying around with the idea of a proper blog because the food is too good to shove inside Instagram's squares.)
This roasted pork was marinated in light soy, maybe with some honey or molasses, then seasoned to perfection. Had a good serving of thinly shredded cabbage on the side, mustard, and the right amount of fat trimmings. It was so tender I swear it almost melted in my mouth. It looks so simple and unassuming. But omg, best pork dish ever. #📍KCxFukuoka