ROOM 603

"The true fruit of travel is perhaps the
feeling of being nearly everywhere at home"
- Freya Stark

With the love for travel comes the love for hotel rooms, it's like having cookies with milk, or a burger with coke. The love is intertwined: 'You are the moon to my night, the peanut to my butter, the soy sauce to my Chinese'. Ahem, well that didn't end up being as poetic as I intended it to be.

Waking up in a hotel room, away from home, is a rousing feeling, stirring in the pit of your stomach as the adventure awaits. Away from the mundane of everyday life, you are actually elevated to spring out of bed, not wishing to waste one more second of your time in this undiscovered city.

Roaming around being anonymous and attempting to blend in like you actually live in this unknown city with a completely new identity and life is a thrilling sensation. And this is why I never like tours and tour guides alike. I have a preference for becoming like the locals: to see like the locals and attempt to understand what it is like to live like one. What better way to discover the city and understand the culture than to be thrown in the middle of it all, instead of standing on the outskirts looking in like they're some kind of show. I want to be in the show.

With me, I like to travel in comfort, and I generally become a tom-boy on my travelling ventures. Because seriously, what's more comfortable than slouchy clothes and sneakers?

Adidas x Star Wars 'Stormtrooper' Sneakers / Abercrombie & Fitch Hoodie / H&M Jeans