There are two types of people in the world: those who don’t get a souvenir when they travel and those who do. I have yet to meet the earlier type. However, everyone I know and their aunts love to get travel souvenirs while travelling. The only difference is the type of travel souvenir that…
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If there is one event In Melbourne that I haven’t missed since I moved here more than three years ago, it’s the Melbourne Night Noodle Market. I have been here with Fafa, with Amma, and even just by myself. Today, marking the fourth year I visited the night market, I came with my colleague,…
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It’s exciting to explore the sixth-largest city in Japan. I have heard about Kobe, especially Kobe beef, and that it felt familiar.…
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Dia De Muertos (Day of the Dead) is an annual celebration of life and death in Mexican culture. It originated with the Aztecs in Mexico about 3,000 years ago. The Aztecs saw death as an inevitable part of life, like birth, and believed it should be celebrated. It’s a popular holiday in Mexico and…
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When you want to bring back a piece of Swedish culture as a souvenir from Sweden, look no further than a hand-painted wooden Dala horse.…
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A convenience store in Taipei, Taiwan – 2013 Copenhagen, Grand Central Train Station, Denmark – 2019 Takayama Gifu Japan – 2018 Follow me on Instagram @KultureKween for more recent updates.…
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Meet Sharon, a Spanish, born and bred in San Sebastian who moved to Melbourne more than 5 years ago. I got to know Sharon when I stumbled upon her pop-up stall, Bamba Bamba Collective at the Finders Keepers Market Melbourne. She is the artist behind the colourful eye-catching jewellery that is right up my…
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Aside from Japan, I am not one to repeat my travel destination. My reason is simple – there are too many more destinations and cultures that I yearn to experience in this lifetime. I am also not someone who always enjoys the places I travel to; Some cities and I just don’t vibe, and…
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What I remember first is looking down at a plate of white rice placed in front of me on top of the bright green plastic-covered table and thinking “Why do they always put the rice first and make us wait for longer for the main show, the goat testicles soup?” I sighed and peered…
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I recently walked inside a cemetery in Copenhagen and ate the horrid Scandinavian licorice in front of Hans Handerson’s grave. I was only half-listening to Lisa, our beautiful tour guide when she said that people actually go on dates and have parties there. Apparently, It’s a part of the urban culture in Copenhagen. I…
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