How it all began. After 30 hours of flying, I've never felt more dirty or dead flat out in my entire life.. I think it's safe to say, Poland is a land far far far far far goddamn freaking far away. Rewind to 6-8 months back, Chin, hubby (to be referred henceforth as him/he) and I talked about making a 1 month pre-babymoon/holiday/once in a lifetime pilgrimage/backpacking trip to South America. South America because on a fateful night, he showed me photos of and...

In the days leading up to our departure, I was so swamped with work and all the prep to-dos for our trip that I barely (ok never) thought about the actual commute to our destinations. We are going on a month long holiday!! And that is that! We basically rode on a high for 2 days, 1 day, the night before, in the car on the way to the airport, in the airplane itself... At the airport, we happily chattered away about all the pad thai and tom yum gung we will devour...