My First Try at Roomorama

As a solo female, I’m always seeking interesting accommodation options that offers variety or safety considerations.  Last month I discussed the potential benefits of short-term accommodation, noticing an explosion in the travel market with services such as Airbnb, 9flats or HomeAway – given a loving hand by Lara Dunston and Terence Carter of Gran Tourismo in 2010.

It seems there are benefits to swapping a hostel for an apartment.  And perhaps the quest is to not only visit the places we are curious about, but to also immerse ourselves.  Soak in culture until we’re shivering to the bone, fully enlightened for having the experience.

My first attempt at Roomorama, targeted for the discerning traveler was a testament of discovery.  In the video, I discuss how Roomorama works and show you my room in Taipei, Taiwan:

As you saw, the type of accommodations does vary from city to city.

By |February 13th, 2012 |Categories: Taipei |14 Comments

Adventure of a Lifetime: China to Taiwan by Ferry, Part 2

Morning came.  It was difficult to leave my cozy bed at JinJiang, yet an unwritten day was ahead.

I placed things out the previous night, had a packing sequence all set, and began in earnest to launch my intention to enter Taiwan by boat first, and god knew what else. Airplane?  Another ferry?

Events from the day before left me hopeful that things would unfold to a good conclusion yet travel days mimic life in a microcosm.  Sometimes, intentions just don’t pan out.

I told myself to wait and see.  First, get there.

Getting on the Bus in Fuzhou

Really, Matsu was a geographical name to me.  All I knew was that it was located in the Taiwan Strait, is comprised of a series of islands and the major township where the ferryboat docked was called Nangan.

Fuzhou began to fade from memory as I checked out of my room.  I slid that monstrous pack across my back and clasped the straps over my stomach. I felt hyped and bouncy – thirsty for action.  I refer to this as the “gunslinger coldness”.  Just as the gunslinger suspends his emotions – devoid of empathy or fear – the only goal being his target, the backpacker can succumb to the same affliction.  We must get somewhere, so we shut down doubt and steel ourselves for what’s next.

Early morning in Fuzhou was nearly deserted, save for a few signs of life.  There was the compact woman in a stained apron handing out doughy sesame balls, her drowsy customers savoring the hot sweetness, jolting them into wakefulness.

An alien figure in a yellow jumpsuit and a pollution mask darted out, shoveling garbage onto a metal plate.  The creature’s hands were encased in thick cotton gloves, its motions clumsy.  I imagined heavy breathing behind the mask, exaggerated and repulsive like it often is in horror movies.  My mind flashed to disease contamination workers, and if this were one he or she was doing a piss poor job of clearing the hot zone or warning me to stay away.