I travel. I hate hotels. I personally find them stuffy, small and irrespective of what the stars say, inherently characterless. I chose to experience someones home instead, a room or the entire space.
With June in London and the sun playing fair, I had a wonderful summer + I got to eat to my heart’s content. Interestingly, Islington, where we rented an apartment for 2 weeks (through Airbnb), has become quite the food hub. With Exmouth Market, Farringdon Road (Eagle, London’s first gastro pub) and St John’s Square, we were, to say the least, spoilt for choice. My favourites were:
For a trip to Bali (Read: Cloud drama! Black sand beach. Amed. Bali.) last week with my girlfriends, we decided to change things up a bit from the usual luxury resort living. We trolled the internet for independent villas in Ubud, focusing on the ones that were away from the main areas, in and around the paddy fields. We chanced upon a 3 bedroom gorgeous ‘designer’ villa on Airbnb, in close proximity to a functional hotel called Indigo Tree. The setting was rustic, beautiful, so green and fresh that we nearly did a little jig the first morning.
I moved to Singapore from Dubai in 2010 with a list the length of my arm of exactly what I wanted of my new living space. It should be in the city (funny, since Singapore is tiny tiny tiny!), walking distance from the central business district (CBD), have 2 bedrooms (2 baths would be a bonus), be close to an MRT station that doesn’t warrant a 20 minute walk, have modern bathrooms (read swanky) and decent condominium facilities like a pool/gym/bar-b-que area/etc. Sadly, this added up to a sum total of E-X-P-E-N-S-I-V-E!
With the soaring rent rates and living standards in Singapore, I decided to put my apartment’s second bedroom up on Airbnb to defray the hefty rent I was forking out every month. Continue reading