Money does not grow on trees. Or does it? Talk about taking things literal - behold, a money tree.
Piles and piles of styrofoam boxes lay on the ground at Tsukiji Fish Market.
The romantic side of me laments how old things in Singapore disappear so fast that in a matter of one generation so much has changed, and now, this estate is one of rapid development's latest victims.
Situated at the north-eastern suburb of the city centre of China's Capital Beijing, not too far from the airport, is an old industrial area that has over the years, been developed into an art district called 789 Art Zone.
Where would my wanderlust lead me this year? We will wait and see.
There's a sort of charm in the old and decaying, the abandoned and decrepit.
The day I visited the Forbidden City in Beijing, China, I was greeted by people, a lot of people, and pretty much did not see anything else. Here's my story.
To be frank, I never thought that a short trip to Batam, Indonesia, would be a enjoyable one. But after 20 over years of living just 45 minutes away, I finally escaped for a weekend there, and had a blast.
On my fours, I scrambled up the loose volcanic soil of the slopes of Gunung Baru, in the Gunung Rinjani National Park.
I dare say I'm not quite a huge fan of Seville. But if I had to recommend one thing, I'd say - go visit the Plaza de España, for it will take your breath away.
Lazing by the beach under the Spanish sun in Cádiz with fried fish and a bottle of coca cola, the iPod plugged in - a perfect summer break.