‘Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,’ said the Cat.
‘- so long as I get SOMEWHERE,’ Alice added as an explanation.
‘Oh, you’re sure to do that,’ said the Cat, ‘if you only walk long enough.

“I should see the garden far better”, said Alice to herself, “if I could get to the top of that hill…”

Rolling hills, towering trees, paths meandering towards the beach where you can watch humanity and the Kingston ferry go by.

In which I climbed up a tower and looked down with a magic lens and became a giant among miniatures.

You’re never truly homeless if you carry your home on your back – Turtle

Sailing with Captain Jack and First Mate Binky to a land where enormous trees are made of steel, boats sit atop tall towers, and miniature things are made of plastic blocks.

As many forms of worship as there are deities and beliefs.

The Chocolate Hills were not what I had in mind but the jackfruit was absolutely yummy.

In which I channeled my inner Chihiro, brought home a No-Face ghost, and began my obsession with stuffed mini pancakes. I also came away with a big bag of nougat I’m not allowed to eat.

The part where I had a rice burger for lunch, and I didn’t know what I ate for dinner but it was delicious. I also added new items on my must-see-next-time-I-come-back list