Off we go

 Ever felt overwhelmed? Like you just need to take a moment out of life to STOP BREATHE AND RECHARGE?

Well, I’ve had that itch at the back of my head for about a year – the feeling that there’s too much noise. Whatever it is, I finally decided to do something about it. I decided that Yiyi and I, his Dada, are going on the road to discover/re-discover this beloved country, and, hopefully find a new perspective along the way. The plan is to visit at least one different district every month with no responsibilities to meet but to explore for 24 hours. 

This blog series is about our adventures, mishaps, joys, sorrows and general mischief on our mission to STOP. BREATHE. RECHARGE



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