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What I’m Reading: The World’s Cheapest Destinations

April 3, 2013 by Kristin Winet 1 Comment

leffelbookAs someone who is just starting to research honeymoon options for her upcoming wedding, my friend and mentor Tim Leffel’s new book couldn’t have come out at a better time. (Seriously–two artist-teachers trying to get married while still inviting the family is expensive enough–add on a honeymoon and, well, let’s just say we’re not exactly hoping for 5-star resorts on this particular trip). Instead, we’ve been thinking about how we can discover and enjoy a new place together while not completely starving ourselves or resorting to desperate money-making measures in the process. After all, I don’t want to end up doing on my honeymoon what I ended up doing in Spain after misbudgeting my summer’s savings and spending, well, a lot of it in the first month–helping my roommate make and sell beaded necklaces in- between our classes at the university. (Though we did meet some unusual characters on those long afternoons sitting on a blanket on those cobblestoned streets of Valencia). However, for our honeymoon, I’m envisioning something a little bit less…artisan-focused. We’d also like to, you know, enjoy a nice bottle of champagne, sleep in a warm bed, and spend time together without worrying about our safety, our money, or our sanity.

Here’s where The World’s Cheapest Destinations comes into play. In all honesty, I’m actually not a veteran of this book–the new 4th edition has been my first. Opening the book, though, it’s pretty easy to see why it’s made it through four printings: On the first page, Tim asks us if we’d like to find out where a $100-a-day vacation budget makes you a splurging traveler instead of a tightwad.

Yes, in fact, I would. After all, what traveler–even a budget one?–wants to be known as a tightwad?

Truthfully, as anyone who has met me knows, I am already a huge advocate for traveling cheaply, though the process didn’t come easily for me. I’m actually a pretty horrific budgeter (just ask my fiancee, who thankfully does the finances in our house). When I plan for a trip I’m paying for, this is my modus operandi: I scramble to save up what I can, I buy a plane ticket, and then I just…go, hoping, of course, that I’ll get through the trip before the money runs out. Despite my first monetary snafu in Spain, though, I’ve actually done pretty well with this strategy: I lived in Colombia for half a year on less than $400.00 a month, I spent a summer volunteering in Malta for a monthly stipend of $200 (however, I should add that this wage did include free lodging and a nearly inedible imitation-tuna sandwich for lunch 5 days a week), I traveled in style around Europe for a month on less than $1,000, I traveled up and down Taiwan for 10 days spending as much of my $2,000 travel stipend as I could (and even with fresh lobster lunches, 7-star hotels, lots of cocktails, and taking taxis and trains everywhere, I only ended up with a total bill of around $800). I’ve done this in everything from hostels to 5-star resorts to rickety old tuk-tuks to swanky air-conditioned taxis. Of course, I realize that this doesn’t make me an expert on budget travel, and for me to claim to be one would be an act of pulling the wool over my own eyes; however, my point is that it can be done. And that a bad salary does not equal staying put.

Traveling cheaply in any country, though, takes practice–and a lot of patience–to learn. Learning the literacies it takes to travel cheaply and safely isn’t easy, and Tim knows that. It can be a lot more complicated than booking an all-inclusive stay at a fabulous resort–and if you’ve never done it before, it can be pretty intimidating. With this in mind, the first chapter of Tim’s book is devoted to quelling the counter-arguments, the ruffled feathers of those who might pick up the book and think “this book doesn’t apply to me because….” followed by one of these time-tested defenses: It’s too expensive. I don’t speak any other languages. It’s probably really dangerous. You’re a paid travel writer. I don’t know how to set up travel ahead of time. It’s going to cost way more than I think it will. I’ve got kids. I’m a vegetarian. I’m an LGBTQ traveler. There’s got to be a catch. By refuting all of these claims before even getting to the countries he’s highlighting, proving each one of these statements to be an excuse more than a legitimate reason, the first chapter will sound all too familiar to seasoned travelers and just a bit unsettling to novice ones. For after reading it, what else can you do but move forward and see what else he’s got to offer?

The rest of the book is divided into geographic regions: Asia, Africa/Middle East, Europe, and Americas. (It appears Australia and Antarctica did not make the continent cut). Each section is then sub-divided into countries. Prices are estimated in $USD, not, as Tim is careful to say, because he’s being a snooty American, but because he knows his audience–mostly people in the U.S.–will appreciate the conversions as they compare possible places to visit. (I certainly appreciated his acknowledgement as well as his understanding that some people might see this as privileging the dollar over using local currency).

To give you a quick idea of what a chapter might look like, I flipped through and first landed on Malaysia. The chapter opens with a quick overview of the fact that Malaysia has been more expensive than Thailand or Vietnam for quite some time, but still warrants being on the list because everything is rather reasonable compared to other Asian countries like Japan. Then, there is a list of accommodation options, food and drink options, and transportation ideas. Each chapter ends with a useful bulleted list titled “What Else?”. In Malaysia’s “What Else,” for instance, Tim makes sure to mention that the National Museum in Kuala Lumpur is only 60 cents, that good snorkeling equipment will cost between $2-$5 per day, and that travelers should note that the news is still highly censored and that news-seekers should jump online instead of trying to buy local newspapers. In the end, I feel introduced to this Asian country in a way that feels brutally honest and down-right realistic. And as someone who tries her best to fall in love with places on her own terms, it’s not always easy to take other people’s stories as truth; and yet, with an ethos like Tim’s, I’m not only inclined to take his word–I totally trust it.

Throughout the book, you will sometimes read things like “Cambodia has gone from basket case to bucket list status in less than a decade.” While  Cambodia’s waning “basket case status” is certainly subjective on some counts, I must admit: I admire his courage to write how his own perspective has shifted over the years. If you’re up for a wry sense of humor and aren’t put off by the occasional unabashed assessment, The World’s Cheapest Destinations is not only an easy read and a money-saving Bible, but also a veteran traveler’s look at places that many travelers in the U.S. tend to leave off their dream lists.

Now in its 4th edition, there’s a reason this book keeps coming back every few years–the entire book reads like a old friend telling you all the best secrets for cutting costs while you’re traveling. After you pick up this book, you’ll probably want to head out anyway, passport in one hand, backpack in the other, because most of these places are cheaper to wander around in for a month than staying home and going out to dinner a few nights a week. What Tim’s book does that other books only hope to do is inspire people who are open and curious to do something a little braver, a little more out of the ordinary…to check out, say, that beautiful beach in Indonesia rather than sitting at home this summer and buying that new carpet they’ve had their eye on. After all, while both will still be there after the summer, only Indonesia will welcome you comfortably for under $50 USD a day.

So now that I’ve read through The World’s Cheapest Destinations, honeymoon planning, where shall we begin?

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If you’re tech-savvy, you can snag the Kindle copy for $8.99, or if you’re less tech-savvy or just love the feeling of a paper guidebook in your hands, you can get it here on Amazon for $15.95.

Thanks for all the time-saving, money-saving, stress-saving traveling and writing advice over the years, Tim–and thanks for the book!

Kristin

Filed Under: Book Review, Travel Writing, Uncategorized Tagged With: book review, Tim Leffel, travel writing, World's Cheapest Destinations

The World’s Top 5 Most Unromantic Places

February 12, 2013 by Kristin Winet 11 Comments

In the mood for something a little different from the usual holiday fare of “most romantic places in the world” this Valentine’s Day? To honor the places I’ve been that I find weird and, at first glance, oddly unsettling, here is an honorary round-up of my top five picks for most unromantic places I can remember visiting. Of course, any place can be perfectly dreamy, given the right people and the right circumstances, and I have some of the fondest memories I’ve ever made tied to some of these spots, but since the national day of love is coming up this week, enjoy these five weird and wonderful places. And on this Valentine’s Day, don’t forget to go somewhere you love–and do something you enjoy 🙂

–Kristin

5. Museum of Medieval Torture, Prague, Czech Republic

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Stakes used to burn women labeled as heretics, witches, and criminals? Electric chairs, painful chastity belts, and saws that served to cut people in half? These are just some of the 60+ delightful torture instruments you’ll see at the Museum of Medieval Torture in Prague. While this isn’t a museum for the faint of heart, it’s also most certainly not a museum for the independent woman or the person even remotely invested in human rights. In all honesty, now that I’m writing this post, I haven’t the slightest idea why I went in here in the first place. Strange curiosity? Gratefulness that I was not a European woman born in the 1600s? Mechanic interest in old gadgetry?

Whatever the reason, I wouldn’t necessarily recommend this as a romantic hot spot, but, well, if you’re into unusual sex toys, there might be just the place for you here (they’re off to the left when you enter).

Prague Torture Museum
Køižovnické nám. 1/194, Prague 1
Tel.: +420 723 360 479
E-mail: torture@post.cz
Hours of Operation: Daily from 10 am to 10 pm.

4. Mannekin Pis Peeing Statue, Brussels, Belgium

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Literally “the little man peeing,” Mannekin Pis is one of the most unusual and amazing fountains I’ve ever seen. For one, the title says it all: it’s a small bronze fountain sculpture depicting a naked boy with an uncomfortable face urinating into the pool below him. On holidays and throughout the week, he gets dressed up in little costumes (there are rumors he becomes a mini Santa Claus around Christmas) and sometimes people play practical jokes and dress him up in, say, a judo outfit or a rice paddy hat. According to recent numbers, he has literally hundreds of tiny outfits.

But why the little man peeing? There are three prevailing legends that pinpoint his origin: 1), that in the 14th century when Brussels was under siege by a foreign enemy, a little boy ran by and peed on one of the explosive’s burning fuse, thus saving the city from ruin. (Actually, I guess that could be romantic, depending on how you look at it). 2), that a wealthy man once lost his son and, with the entire town, searched and searched until they found him peeing happily on some plants in a garden. And 3), that many centuries ago (we’re not sure when, exactly), a young boy near the king’s castle awoke to find the castle on fire, and he successfully put out the fire with his pee. (That kid must have had some peeing prowess!)

Whatever your fancy, a little boy urinating certainly doesn’t exactly make me think of wine and chocolates. For that reason, he comes in for most unromantic hot-spot at a solid #4.

Mannekin Pis is located at the junction of Rue de l’Étuve/Stoofstraat and Rue du Chêne/Eikstraat in downtown Brussels.

3. Pat Pong Night Bazaar, Bangkok, Thailand

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Though this place oozes “romancing,” it’s not exactly somewhere I’d call “romantic.” Let’s put it this way: it’s not the first place I’d go for quiet conversation, a nice dinner, or a romantic stroll through the streets. Pat Pong is Thailand’s infamous red-light district, and true to its name, you will be asked by several people to peruse their “menu” of ladies and prices and you will be asked to come into one of the hundreds of strip clubs and pleasure rooms to “try out the products.” Honestly, I have absolutely nothing against women making a living, and Pat Pong is a fascinating and worthwhile adventure into Thai sexualities and customs, but frankly, I’d go down the street to one of the night bazaars for a glass of wine if I was headed out on a romantic soiree.

Patpong is within walking distance from the BTS Skytrain Silom Line’s Sala Daeng Station, and MRT’s Blue Line’s Si Lom Station.

2. St. Paul’s Catacombs, Rabat, Malta

Entrance Hall in St. Pauls Catacombs, Rabat

Underground graveyard, anyone?

Now, let me preface this one by saying that my heart literally belongs to Malta, and this choice is in no way an affront to the cultural diversity and beauty of this tiny little island. It’s just that, well, I’m not sure if traipsing through a dank, dusty, Phoenician-Punic graveyard site would be many people’s first choice for a first date (or, actually, maybe it would…). Whatever your fancy, these tunnels and tombs are the homes to thousands of Christian, Pagan, and Jewish burials side-by-side, emphasizing Malta’s incredible tolerance for different faiths and backgrounds and illustrating the nation’s history quite literally through its dead. While the catacombs are absolutely mind-numbing, hanging out with a bunch of dead religious figures might not exactly spark romance.

St. Paul’s Catacombs are located on St. Agatha Street, Rabat, Malta.

1. The Mall of America, Minneapolis, Minnesota

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Like many of you, I have absolutely nothing against shopping and I’ll do retail therapy with a girlfriend any day of the week, but let’s face it: Is the biggest consumer conglomerate really the most romantic spot on earth? I mean, The Mall of America serves 40 million (yes, that’s 40 million) tourists a year (which is probably more than most small countries combined) who come to marvel at the 97-acre shopping mall. Even with the SpongeBob Square Pants roller coasters and playgrounds, I’m not sure I’d bring a first date to a place that has simultaneously created over 12,000 jobs but also caused hundreds of local businesses and shops to close their doors. As an advocate for local shopping whenever possible, I just can’t get jazzed up about the Mall of America (even though, admittedly, I did have a blast riding the SpongeBob roller coaster and trying on expensive dresses with two of my girlfriends). Plus, call me an essentialist here, but how many guys or gals have you dated who’ve wanted to hit the mall for that big date?

Mall of America
Address: 60 E Broadway, Bloomington, MN 55425
Phone:(952) 883-8800
Hours:  10:00 am–9:30 pm
Of course, whatever you decide to do this Valentine’s Day, remember that love and romance can be found almost anywhere. Happy holidays!

Filed Under: Travel Writing, Uncategorized Tagged With: culture, Mall of America, Mannekin Pis, Museum of Medieval Torture, Pat Pong, St. Paul's Catacombs, unromantic places, Valentine's Day

Kristin, Meet Your New Passport. Passport, Meet Kristin.

November 8, 2012 by Kristin Winet 1 Comment

passportThe picture you see here is  *almost* the reason that I couldn’t accept this incredibly awesome gig in Thailand this week. My passport, you ask? Yes, my passport. And no, I hadn’t let it expire, I hadn’t lost it in the move, and I hadn’t accidentally taken Ryan’s to the airport instead.

Instead, I’d been invited to come and see a country that requires all passports to expire no less than six months AFTER the return date on the ticket, and my passport was set to expire in January. Despite feeling like the absolute worst travel writer in the entire world (I mean, what self-respecting travel writer isn’t up-to-date on the newest passport regulations?!), I was mortified that I’d been invited by the Thailand Tourism Authority and then called three days before the departure date and told that I’d either need to get my butt to the nearest regional passport agency (which may or may not have been in Tucson) or give up my spot to another writer.

As you might suspect, this furious traveler would not accept option #2. So on Monday morning (thank God for a graduate student schedule, right?), I set to work getting a brand-spanking-new passport overnighted to me in Tucson. Of course, the process wasn’t easy, and resulted in me having to figure out where the nearest regional passport agency was, make about a million phone calls, fill out about a million forms, get signatures, verifications, and status updates on my travel arrangements with the bureau, stand in a number of ridiculously long lines (shades of the Department of Motor Vehicles, anyone?), go get a new picture taken, and have a clearance interview to decide if I was worthy of going through all the trouble to get an overnight passport. Oh, yes, and all this while preparing to submit my Stage One materials for my comprehensive PhD exams.

This process, though, isn’t what I’m thinking about this morning. Thankfully, after the chaos of Monday morning, I drove back over on Wednesday, picked up my passport less than 24 hours before my flight was supposed to depart, and spent all of yesterday throwing things into and out of a suitcase. (If I’d mentioned I was the worst travel writer ever because I didn’t know the most up-to-date travel regulations, I am even a worse travel writer when it comes to packing….). Now, I’m sitting in the Los Angeles international airport terminal on this rainy Thursday morning with everything arranged, and instead I’m thinking about the passport I left at home. The one with the hole punch right in the middle of the cover.

This passport is now ten years old. It’s warped, crinkled, and smells like an old suitcase, a sandy beach, and old paper. It’s been all over the place, and it’s got an imprint from every place I’ve ever been outside of the walls of my own country. And I remember the day my mom and I went to the CVS pharmacy to get my passport photo taken, over Christmas break during my second year of college. My parents were giving me the most beautiful gift I could have ever received in my twenty years of life: a summer of study-abroad in Spain. Going to apply for a passport with my mom was one of the most nerve-wracking, exhilarating moments of that year for me. Knowing that I would be traveling outside of the country for the first time in my life–and entirely on my own–was not something I was used to feeling. But we applied for the passport, went out to lunch, talked about what it might be like in Spain, and soon got me packed to leave. When I got to Spain, the passport went right under the mattress of the bed in my dorm room, where it sat for two months and got acclimated to the beauty, chaos, and unparalleled experience of travel.

That day with my mom has never left me, and it feels more real now than ever. ‘m sitting here with a brand-new, untouched passport in my bag, and we don’t know each other at all. My old passport is snuggled in to the sweater drawer in my dresser, nicely wedged between a sweatshirt and a cardigan.

So in the spirit of new beginnings, let’s have introductions all around. Hello, passport, I’m Kristin. Hello, Kristin, I’m your new passport. Let’s have some fun together but never forget where we came from: me from a printer, and you from Roswell, Georgia.

Thailand, here we come!

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Thai Airways, Thailand, Tourism Authority of Thailand, travel tips

Learning Mandarin…And A Slip of the Tongue

May 29, 2012 by Kristin Winet 4 Comments

tongue

I have just discovered, after a full day of being so proud of myself for jumping in and attempting to speak Chinese from the very first moment I arrived in Taiwan, that I have actually been telling everyone I meet, everywhere, that I have to urinate.

You can imagine my mortification, especially since I didn’t realize this until I’d already spread the word to, oh, probably about half of Taipei. I would have preferred to remain blissfully ignorant, but my traveling partner thought it’d be best to inform me of my linguistic error today after the nice little old Chinese juice lady nearly fainted onto her blender after she handed me my freshly-squeezed beverage. Her friend, another nice little old Chinese juice lady, had immediately covered her mouth in surprise and started giggling in the very sweet and unobtrusive way that Asian ladies seem to do here–polite, soft, and subdued.

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At the time, I hadn’t any idea what I’d done: after all, I’d just braved entirely new territory by ordering a fresh fruit juice of, well, everything on the menu (since I couldn’t read the menu, not because I was feeling particularly bold and exciting or anything). Tomatoes, bananas, and strawberries–all horrifically chopped and dumped into a bowl, whirred up in a blender, and handed to me in a paper cup. I’d thought I’ve paved new ground in other ways, boldly sticking the plastic straw into a lumpy concoction of fruits that make the at-home Kristin shudder in disgust (adult selective eater, anyone?). And yet, I turned those tables almost immediately when instead of saying a little thank you, I instead shocked two little old ladies in an off-the-beaten path juice shop by telling them how much I really had to pee.

The secret, I’d later learn, was this: xie-xie is not, as you might think, pronounced she-she. It in, in fact, a bit more like shia-shia (and even that’s not right….). The differences, you see, are somewhat substantial.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: culture, encounters, food, Mandarin, Taiwan, Taiwan Tourism Board

28 Hours Later….and Dumplings!

May 28, 2012 by Kristin Winet 4 Comments

taipei

My watch is telling me it’s 8:15 a.m. My cell phone, however, which just performed its automatic update, is telling me it’s 11:14 p.m. This means, if I’m calculating correctly, that except for an accidental twenty minute nap while watching a hopefully pointless romantic comedy on the airplane, I have now been awake for 28 hours. I can’t remember the last time I did this (wait, have I ever done that?).

I’ve been awake longer than I can ever remember and yet: I’m sitting in my surprise upgraded room in the superbly spiffy Dandy Hotel in downtown Taipei eating the Hershey’s kisses that were sitting pleasantly on my pillow. (From what I gathered at the reception from the hopelessly sweet but nonetheless impossible to understand concierge, the hotel upgraded my room to a suite because they didn’t have time to prepare the room I was supposed to have. How my room wasn’t ready at 10:30 p.m. is baffling to me, since checkout is 12 noon…?) Anyway, I’m not sure how to use any of the four digital remote controls sitting next to the bed, and I’m not exactly sure how to flush the toilet or how to turn on the light in the bathroom (still working on that), but I’m smiling, I’m awake, and I’m exhausted. My knees are sore for sitting still for 15 hours, and despite drinking about 6 bottles of water on the plane, there’s a dull pain between my eyes. I went next door to the infamous 7/11 mart, the mart company that has literally taken over Taiwan with its lure of all-in-one shopping, and attempted to buy an ibuprofen, but after combing through the aisles and having literally no idea what any of the pill bottles were actually advertising, I settled for a warm pork dumpling (from a microwave, no less!) and another bottle of water. What a relief to discover that bottled water looks the same everywhere.

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Our drive through Taipei was, surprisingly, a lot like I imagined: flashing billboards, huge Chinese characters advertising all sorts of products, ideas, and slogans I can’t read, sleek skyscrapers and ultra-fast highways, mini-marts and grocery stores with animal parts hanging from the windows, women holding umbrellas and hustling down the streets in the drizzly rain, men on motorcycles, a near-death experience when my taxi had a stand-off with another taxi on the windy, one-lane cobblestone road leading to our hotel….you know, the traveling usual 🙂

So now, having been awake for 28 (is it 29 now?) hours and having had my fill of pork dumplings, I am going to try and lie in bed, close my eyes, and dream of tomorrow. The mountain biking tour was cancelled because of the impending rain, so I’m going to sleep in, have a wonderful buffet breakfast, and take a bus to the fantastic National Palace Museum. For lunch, I’m going to order something off a menu I can’t read, and after lunch, I think I’ll be going with Matt, the fellow writer I’m traveling with, to a graffiti/street art festival (celebration? honoring?). I hope to top off my day in Taipei with a visit to one of the renowned night markets, which, I’m told, take a brave stomach and an open mind. Bring on the squid parts and stinky tofu!

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: food, jetlag, Taiwan, Taiwan Tourism Board

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