Surviving fashion is never easy. Think of all the 6 inch heels, saggy harem pants, depressing black lipsticks and the newly introduced maxi dresses, preferably skin tight with horizontal stripes and a so-called 'Peter Pan-collar', worn with an oversized cardigan in a difficult fluorescent color, of course combined with a bored hipster look on our faces. Like I said: fashion is not easy and never to be confused with 'looking good'.
For someone who actually adores all this shallow craziness, someone who shrieks in horror when she accidently forgets her expensive shampoo and is condemned to wash her hair with ‘normal’ shampoo for the weeks to come, for someone who eats magazines for breakfast, websites for lunch and an occasional app for diner, for someone who licks her fingers when spotting that perfect pair of shoes, for someone who breathes fashion for living, for someone like that, it is nearly impossible to survive in a place without all the hysteria. A place called jungle. It is me: Survivalista.
This blog tells my -hopefully still fashionable and in some instances hilarious- tale of traveling throughAsia . It is 12 weeks of scorching hot sand below my feet, impenetrable jungles, sky high mountains, overcrowded cities, cheap hostels and lest not forget: insects. It will also be 12 weeks of breath taking sunsets, Bounty beaches, cocktails, beautiful rich colors, impressive temples, tiger cuddling, new smells, deserted islands, awe-inspiring views and time. All the time in the world.
This blog tells my -hopefully still fashionable and in some instances hilarious- tale of traveling through
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