One of the best trips I've ever invested in is the one to Sydney Salsa Congress 2009.

Aside from the congress and international friends I made there, it encapsulates all the dream-come-true fantasies I ever had about the place. Barefooted strolls along the shores of Bondi Beach, shrieking from the mindnumbingly cold waves, the nightly salsa marathons in the biggest hall I've ever seen.

Sigh... there I go again with the wistful longing. Withdrawal symptons from that heady shot of traveller's bug. Oh, bite me already.

I can only attribute this to hearing languish tale after languish tale from the bf's bestie about her virgin trip to HCMC. I know I gotta go there.

I can already envision my dark purple shiftdress, tiffany-blue *coughs - I wonder if the bf is reading this bwahahaha!* day dress and 4 vintage inspired tops being put together lovingly by one of the many local seamstresses, ala Project Runway. For maximum of $150 bwahahaha.
And I can finally live out Travel & Living by having my own Vietnamese-speaking tour guide (the bf la who else!?) to bring us around sightseeing, food tasting, grooming ($6 manicures & pedis anyone?), clubbing. Confirm well taken care of and not kana swindled (bah!) like some clueless tourist. Oh, I might try my hand at video-blogging while I'm there!

So anyway, the 3 of us would most definitely be going this year. Is anyone interested to tompang along for the ride?



I'm still salivating at the jpeg. Gosh.