"You stopped a live one today, honey. I’m an international cougar!"

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Recently Kaige told us he wishes he could be both a boy and a girl because he likes playing princesses as much as ninjas and he doesn’t want to get made fun of. So we bought him a tutu and gave him a makeover. Meet the new and improved Kaige. If you have a problem with it please keep it to yourself and kindly stay out of his life. Which would be a shame because as you can see he’s freakin’ awesome! #letmebeme #mumblr #stopbullying


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  • Question: I'm really enjoying your travelogue! If you could recommend one Central Asian country to visit (for about 5 days) where would it be?Thanks! - Anonymous
  • Answer:

    Ah, thank you very much!

    It really depends on what you are interested in. Here are two recommendations. The first is Uzbekistan for the ancient cities, if you are interested in Islam, Muslim architecture or history. The second is Issyk Kul in Kyrgyzstan if you are more interested in natural beauty and nature.

    Five days is long enough to do Samarkand and Bukhara in Uzbekistan as the cities are about 3 hours away from each other on the train. I think you can only fly into Tashkent, but I could be wrong. Tashkent is cool, but Samarkand and Bukhara are stunning. I would recommend two nights/three days in Samarkand and one night/two days (all as full as possible) in Bukhara. If you need to go from Tashkent, try and arrive into Tashkent in the morning and get a shared taxi (about 4 hours) to Samarkand.

    The other thing that I would recommend is Issyk Kul (Warm Lake) in Kyrgyzstan. Cholpon-Ata is a beach “resort” on the lake and it’s lovely. Then head to Ton village for a yurt stay in a remote part of the lake and horse riding into the mountains. You can’t beat Kyrgyzstan for the natural beauty, but fly into Bishkek and then get out asap, as it’s ugly and dull. Get a shared taxi (about 5 hours) to Cholpon-Ata. It’s about three hours from there to Karakol, where you can go to the CBT office and get your yurt stay organised. Then another shared taxi back to Bishkek.

    Sorry this ended up being really long. If you have any more questions, chuck them my way. :)


Photo of the Day: Tuesday 29th July.




Seen in Jamaica, Queens.

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Photo of the Day: Monday 28th July.

Helsinki Central railway station clock tower.


Loomus: One evening on a sleeper train

Loomus: One evening on a sleeper train


I checked into the hostel Lisa and I were to stay in for our five nights together in Moscow and discovered that no one there could speak any English. I don’t know why they would advertise themselves on an English language website if they can’t communicate with foreign guests. Through the wonder that is Google Translate and wifi we managed to get by, but as the week wore on it got progressively more frustrating. The girl working there was a peach, but really. Hire someone with some language ability, or don’t advertise on

Anyway, I got the key to my room and it was in the worst place a room can be in a hostel. Right by reception and the entrance. All week we heard people come in at all times, and Russians are LOUD. No one seemed to have heard of the concept of possibly keeping their voices to a dull roar when clattering past occupied rooms at 3a.m.

I opened the door to my room and was shocked. It wasn’t a twin by any normal standard, but a broom cupboard with a bunk bed squished in. (For reference, the room where you can store luggage was right next door and exactly the same size.) I tried to explain that that wasn’t what we had booked, but she explained that that all the rooms were the same. False advertising if ever there was a case of it!

They did offer free use of a washing machine though, which was great. Only nowhere to hang your wet clothes, which wasn’t so great. I picked Lisa up from the airport that evening and warned her that the room was tiny and now looked like a student’s room, covered as it was in drying clothes, hanging from every available space.

It was wonderful to see her again though, and the size of the room was ludicrous, but it didn’t matter as I was reunited with one of my all time favourite people and we were going to have a fantastic time in Russia, tiny rooms and stupid bunk beds be damned.

  • Me: You should buy a fake Faberge egg.
  • Lisa: You mean Fauxberge.

I arrived into Moscow at stupid o’clock, having flown from Tashkent in the middle of the night. The Moscow metro system is super confusing, and I can read Russian! I got on and realised I had no clue how to navigate it at all, I got off and found a cafe with free wifi. After abusing it for longer than was strictly necessary, I worked out where I was meant to be going and headed back into the abyss.

Moscow’s metro is incredibly deep. The escalators are really long and pretty steep. For someone who suffers with vertigo, it was a challenge. Not much fun at all, but it had to be done. I found my stop and got to the street my hostel was on. After a few botched attempts, I located the right building. It wasn’t well sign posted at all.

My hostel was called the Like Hostel. Turns out that it was ironically named. What a disappointment it was. I was put in a tiny room crammed with four sets of bunk beds. The place was full. Yet no one was friendly or made any effort at all, until later that evening I got chatting a teeny bit to a nice Hungarian guy.

On the whole, the atmosphere was very unsettling but I took solace in the fact that the next day one of my all time favourite people, Lisa, was going to join me for 10 days in Moscow and St Petersburg and because I still felt a bit under the weather from whatever it was that had struck me down in Tashkent, I decided to just get on with things.

First things first and I had a shower. There was only one, but it was amazing, so I was grateful for that at least. Then I clambered up to the top bunk and passed out for hours. I’d slept the whole flight (not waking up til after we’d landed, which even for me who can sleep anywhere is unusual) but I clearly needed to sleep more to aid my recovery.

After I woke up I went to the zoo as it was so close, it seemed rude not to. Most of it is under construction, but it was pretty nice and the animals seemed happy enough, unlike the poor creatures at Guangzhou zoo.

That night I slept fitfully as the room had a snorer of ridiculous volume and two chatters. The next morning I couldn’t wait to get out of there to check into the twin room Lisa and I had booked for five nights in a really nice part of Moscow. It was new and so I was looking forward to a bit of relative luxury.

I never learn…