A sleek downtown base beside BC Place, with a standout wellness floor and enough good dining on-site that you can keep the whole stay walkable.
Read the full stay →Tucked behind a forested hillside, this is the kind of hotel that makes you forget what city you're in. The room smelled faintly of hinoki wood and the sheets were cool despite the heat outside.
Egg coffee at Café Giang is one of those things you don't fully understand until it's in front of you — thick, custardy, almost dessert-like, served in a tiny cup by someone who's been making it the same way since 1946.
Floor to ceiling windows with a direct view of the inlet. The kind of room you show up to after a long flight and just stop.
The market opens before the sun does. By 6am there's already steam rising from the pojangmacha stalls and the smell of grilled shellfish drifting through the port.
Some cities hit you the moment the door opens. The humidity, the noise, the green of the hills — Rio doesn't wait for you to be ready.
Good coffee, a nice stool by the window, and nobody asking you to leave. Sometimes that's everything.
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I travel for work and I travel for the people I love. Along the way I end up in hotel rooms, coffee shops, and food markets I want to remember. This blog is that memory — unfiltered, casual, and mostly honest about the places worth finding.
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