Crazy Traffic and Crazy Food

Following a couple of days of experiencing the history of Vietnam and Saigon, It’s time for a night out exploring the local color. In many cities I’ve been to, this means the marketplace.… Continue reading

Welcome Home

I was a child of the 1970’s. During my young childhood, in Oak Park, Michigan, a suburb of Detroit, while race-riots were erupting around, and protests about a war far, far away were… Continue reading

Pho, Paradise and Pedicabs

I finally arrive at my hotel, Hong Vy 1, and check in. I’ve booked two nights via Cheap Tickets. I like to book one or two nights prior to arrival so that I… Continue reading

Trials and Tribulations of Travel

It’s time again for me to bid adieu to my current location – Kuala Lumpur – and head off into the sunset (sunrise?) to your next choice of destination – Vietnam. More specifically,… Continue reading

Vote – Hobbits or Roos

After visiting four countries, it’s time to bug out of Asia. I know what you’re thinking; it’s only been three Asian countries – India, Indonesia and Vietnam (I just arrived!). Aah, but there… Continue reading

Up in the Air

If you follow Drop Me Anywhere on social media (links to all of DMA social media appear at the bottom of this article) you’ll know that I’ve been doing a lot of interviews… Continue reading

The Good, the Bad and the Terima Kasih’s – Bali

Now’s the time for the traditional end-of-trip article in which I tell you what was good and what was bad. I also give a shout-out to those who have helped make this trip… Continue reading

Rub Me, Scrub Me, Bathe Me in Flowers

I’ve been asked by a few people to describe the town of Ubud; how it smells and feels to walk through so today is dedicated to that. First, it isn’t pronounced You-Bud. It’s… Continue reading

Street Walking and Fire Walking

Today is volunteering day! If you’re a regular Virtual Travel Buddy, you know that Drop Me Anywhere is also a philanthropic endeavor. Wherever I travel to, I find an organization or project with… Continue reading

Rock the Boat

After returning to town, soaked with water, yet thankfully not with blood, Mare and I drop our rented motorbikes at my hotel – hers on the street in front, and mine parked just… Continue reading