The Ritz Village Ice Factory with swimming pool and... jacuzzi!

The Ritz Village

Willemstad, Curacao

Curacao is one of the Caribbean’s best-kept secret islands. A paradise and dream destination for beach lovers, world travelers, and diving addicts. And of course, we could not resists to combine this dream destination with a stunning hostel. We are Hostelgeeks, an independent travel brand and your shortcut to the most outstanding hostels in ... More about The Ritz Village Willemstad, Curacao

A message at Happynest Hostel
Happynest Hostel Phaholyothin Road Chiang Rai Provincia de Chiang Rai Tailandia

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You’re Never Fully Alone When Traveling Solo (first-time solo-travel)

Prior to my stay at the Happynest Hostel in Chiang Rai, I had been traveling the islands and Chiang Mai (home of the 5 Star Hostel Oxotel) with my husband and 6 other friends. Needless to say, we were rolling deep, which is a rare concept considering we’re all American and it’s hard to get that many people together to head overseas, let alone a weekend in Vegas! So it came without saying, that when everyone headed home to LAX, and I stayed behind to trek Thailand solo for a week, I felt alone and depressed. Don’t get me wrong,

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What happens in Venice stays in Venice
Gran Canal, Venice, Italy

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What happens in Venice stays in Venice – my Selfie Stick Fiasco

There I was. In Venice. In Italy. For real. A backpacker visiting a house transformed into a beautiful museum. I had just discovered there was a magnificent terrace perched on the Grand Canal. I completely fell in love with the place. The colors, the sparkling water, the calm of this hidden gem, a real happy place. I wanted to immortalize this singular moment. So I took it out, for the first time, this mystery object that everyone was talking about, this thing that is supposed to be an essential because it takes your pictures to the next level. I had

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Tinos, Mykonos - what does it matter?
Tinos, Greece

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Tinos, Mykonos – what does it matter?

After 6 hours on a ferry from Athens to Mykonos, my best friend and I got off the ferry to realize our bus that was supposed to get us wasn’t there. Confused, we walked around to no avail. We approached an old Greek man and asked: “Mykonos?” He replied: “Oxi, Tinos.” We. messed. up. What do we do? Thank God for Greek police officers! They were SO helpful. They sent us to a nearby travel office and we were told to take the night ferry to Mykonos. Okay, so what do we do for the afternoon? Food! We went to Palaia

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Trying Aperol Spritz for the first time in Venice, city of Refuge

Trying Aperol Spritz for the first time in Venice, city of Refuge

This short travel story is an excerpt from the new novel Exquisite Hours by Joshua Humphreys. Set in New York, Bangladesh, Bangkok, Venice, London, and Vietnam, Exquisite Hours is the story of Anaïs Spencer, a beautiful young woman who travels the world lying to men. ‘What brings you to Venice then?’ ‘I, Octavian, have always felt that I would end up here. And somehow I have, ended up here.’ ‘Is this the end?’ ‘Do you think it is?’ ‘How should I know? Taste that.’ She pushed the skewer back with her finger and drank. ‘That’s amazing.’ Astonished, she broke into

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Falling in Love with travel in Luang Prabang
Luang Prabang, Laos

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Falling back in love with travel in Luang Prabang, Laos

I arrived in Luang Prabang feeling exhausted and very unhappy with Laos. In the last couple of weeks everything had gone wrong, from being stuck at the border with a passport that wasn’t mine to mini buses going the wrong way. At that point I had decided that Laos and I just weren’t going to become friends. Determined to leave, I walked through the city looking for a travel agency when the sun started to set. Monks were making paper lanterns and decorating the streets, kids were running around in between. The river was sparkling in the evening light. Milkshake

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Taxi driver need 3 things: good breaks, good horn, good luck!
New Delhi, India

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Taxi driver need 3 things: good breaks, good horn, good luck!

One of my all-time favorite countries to travel in is India. If you have ever been you know that this is one of the craziest countries in the world to drive in. The streets are crowded, the cars share the road with cows, camels, horses, dogs, bicycles, huge trailers, tuk-tuks, buses and pretty much everything that moves. The rules: there are no rules. They use their horn for pretty much everything and if you want to drive past someone you just honk your horn and drive around. When we took taxis in the northern parts of the country I saw

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Once in Sayulita, Mexico, I told my Life Story to Paco the Dog
Sayulita, Mexico

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Once in Sayulita, Mexico, I told my Life Story to Paco the Dog

Two margaritas, some shots of the bartender’s prized tequila, two veggie tacos, now time to make it back to my tent on the beach.  The day was spent surfing the mild waves of Sayulita Mexico. My new best friend was a dog I named Paco who waited for me at the door of the bar and yes he liked that leftover veggie taco, there was no saving it for morning, he was insistent. That night I found myself telling my life story to Paco. I know he knew what I was talking about, I could tell by the way he looked

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My Au Pair Experience was horrible - I traveled Europe instead

My Au Pair Experience was terrible – I traveled Europe instead

The taxi dropped me off at the Ostello Villa Olmo, a youth hostel in Como, Italy. Sore after carrying a heavy backpack on my back plus a large suitcase that was broken, I stumbled into the reception room. I had just fled a bad situation with a family I had au paired with. I thought things were going well, but then they started placing more and more demands on me until it got to the point where I couldn’t even go out with friends. Even that made them angry. I was expected to place their family first at all times.

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Reykjavik, Iceland

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I met my Fiancé thanks to Vikings and Bus Hostel Reykjavik

Last July (in 2014) I traveled by myself to Iceland. I arrived at the Bus Hostel Reykjavik in the evening, and the following day I walked around Reykjavik to do some sight-seeing. On the back of the map I got from the hostel, there was an ad for a museum about vikings. I decided to go there, and by the end of the tour you had the option of dressing up as a viking. I of course wanted to do this, and I also wanted a photograph of myself in said costume. So I walked up to a random guy and

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An unexpected surprise at Bus Hostel Reykjavik - Hostel Story
Reykjavik, Iceland

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An unexpected surprise at Bus Hostel Reykjavik – Hostel Story

It was only my intention to stay for one night at the Bus Hostel in Reykjavik, but when my bike – the one I was about to cycle around Iceland for 4 weeks – went missing, I ended up staying two. Little did I know I would meet a fellow bicycle traveller that night whom I got on splendidly with – we ended up sharing our first week together and had a blast; crossing rivers, wild camping and eating far too many cakes. I can safely say I got off at the right (bus) stop!

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Off the beaten path in Baños, Ecuador
Baños, Ecuador

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Off the beaten path in Baños – My Maybe Drug Experience in Ecuador

I woke at 5.30am to get to Baños and took a 10 hour bus on a bendy road through the Ecuadorian countryside. I was tired, hot, and uncomfortable. On the next bus I was nearly falling asleep as I bought a bag of chopped mango from a trader onboard before we set off. Only when she left the bus did I notice the little bag of fine white powder nestled amongst the mango slices. I’ll never know if it was cocaine or simply icing sugar but I’ve heard horror stories of tourists having drugs planted on them. Feeling exhausted, I

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Stumbling across Live Piano Music in Matanzas, Cuba
Matanzas, Cuba

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Stumbling across Live Piano Music in Matanzas, Cuba

There is always noise in Cuba. In the countryside cockerels crow and dogs bark, in cities drivers honk their horns and reggaeton blasts from the bicitaxis. Strolling through the busy streets of Matanzas, I glimpsed the sparking of sun on the surface of water and I went to the bay hoping for quiet. The noise of the car engines seemed to die down as beautiful piano music drifted out of an open window. I laid on the wall, closed my eyes, basked in the afternoon sun to the wonderful sound, and said to myself again that I love this country.

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Danger and Fear Climbing the Italian Dolomites Mountain
Dolomite Mountains, Canazei, Trentino, Italien

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Danger and Fear Climbing the Italian Dolomites Mountain

Having experienced many exposed and challenging Via Ferrata, I thought my rational fear had subsided over time. That was until me and my friends had to cross an icy bridge that was completely open to the elements. Without the usual pseudo protection of my carabiner clips and iron wire, I suddenly felt extremely at risk. Either side of the foot-wide ice-crossing were drops that had no bottom and considering we were climbing on a mountain that stood over 2000m tall, my guess is that if I had slipped, I would not be re-telling this story today. If I learnt only

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Flattering Disasters in Paris - Kissing in France?

Flattering Disasters in Paris – Kissing in France?

Before exploring the city of love, I wandered into a nearby park to enjoy some long-awaited down time. Unbeknownst to me, my blissful repose would be cut short by a disheveled meandering charmer. He made his way over, sat down, and began his flirtations, selectively oblivious to the fact that I was deep in that whole writing alone thing.  No matter, within minutes he somehow managed to kiss my hand, write his number in my journal, and propose that “all French and Americans kiss on the lips.”  With swift persistence, I joked my way on out of there oddly curious about

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