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- by Roberto Rocha
- published from Vietnam
- on 2010.08.09
On the ‘Holy crap, I’m traveling’ moment
It was while sitting on a riverside restaurant on the Mekong Delta in the Vietnamese town of Chau Doc, which borders Cambodia. The resto floats on metal drums and bobs gently with the wash from passing boats.
You can see slender ladies with conical hats rowing their canoes across the river to visit a friend in a floating home, who might be washing her hair while crouching on her front porch.
That’s when it happened. “Holy crap,” I thought, “I’m really in Asia! Holy crap, I’m really traveling!”
- by Roberto Rocha
- published from Papua New Guinea
- on 2010.08.03
Chewing betel nut in PNG
We asked a local to show us how to chew betel nut, enjoyed and spat out by people everywhere in Papua New Guinea. The experience was little more intense than we expected.
- by Roberto Rocha
- published from Papua New Guinea
- on 2010.06.07
Arriving in Papua New Guinea
The flight from Cairns to Port Moresby threw us off guard. The 37-seat Dash 8 turboprop smelled like the third world, a blend of accumulated body odour with a whisper of chemical toilet.
But we were surprised when they handed us our headphones for the in-flight movie: a huge wireless, noise-cancelling Sennheiser beast. The sound quality was excellent and it muffled most of the propeller drone.