Read our travel stories, tips and impressions, to live our stops a little more closely.
“Would you like to join the workshop?” A few metres away from us, a man in his underwear is hanging from ropes in the middle of a bar. All we wanted was somewhere to have a drink and discover Kaohsiung’s gay scene. We had noticed it was a gay bar, but apparently we had skimmed over the “BDSM” part of the description a little too quickly. This evening is…
The first thing we see when we arrive in Xiaoliuqiu is not a turtle, but a sunset. After a ferry crossing of around thirty minutes from Donggang, we arrive on this tiny island off Taiwan’s southwest coast. Xiaoliuqiu is famous above all for one thing: its sea turtles. They are exactly why we came. But on this first evening, we are simply happy to see a…
“Tonight it’s all you can drink. NT$700. But if you take your trousers off, it’s cheaper. In boxers, 600. In briefs, 500.” We look at each other. “Damn… if I’d known, I would have worn briefs,” says Sébastien...
“Ah, the happy ending here is basically part of the standard service.” Matthieu’s eyes widen. “So, did you already know how to give massages before?”...
We’re not entirely sure why, but cities by the sea almost always seem easier to fall in love with. Sometimes all it takes is a beach instead of a park, a bridge stretching across a bay, or a glimpse of the horizon between skyscrapers for a big city to suddenly feel a little more like a holiday destination. That was exactly the feeling Busan gave us. And…
“I feel like I’m in *The Teletubbies*.” That’s really the first thing that comes to mind when you see the huge, perfectly green hills that dot the parks of Gyeongju. Except that here, beneath those mounds, there are tombs. And sometimes, they’re the tombs of kings and queens dating back more than a thousand years. For nearly a millennium, from 57 BCE to…
“Stop it. Stop it. Stop it right now!” Matthieu stands up and turns to face him. For over an hour, a young man acting strangely has been circling us on the banks of the Han River. He’s singing—or at least we think he’s singing—with headphones that don’t even seem to be connected to his phone. He approaches one of us, then the other, walks away, comes back,…
“Hello!” We turn around. A child is looking at us from his tiny motorcycle. “Xin chào!”...
“Coco, coco, coco.” “Banana, banana, banana.” Sébastien looks at Matthieu. “It feels like we’re in *Minions*.” Matthieu bursts out laughing. Across from us, our captain smiles from his small, round bamboo boat...
“But that's impossible—she takes everything…” Matthieu looks at the sideboard. Then at the table next to it. “Not only does she cut in front of you, but she also takes all the dragon fruit.”...
In front of us, the traffic in Hué looks like a steady stream of scooters. An hour earlier, we were leisurely sipping coffee at a huge intersection, fascinated by the way the motorcycles pass each other and weave in and out without ever really stopping. Now that we’re on our own scooter in the middle of the flow, the experience is different. Here, the horn…
“Ah, there, he’s putting on his pants.” We watch the man calmly cross the small restaurant. He gets back to his scooter, picks up a pair of pants from a chair and puts them on by the side of the road. A few minutes earlier, he was still in his boxers. “I think he’s definitely going to go buy the eggs.”...