It was a gray wintry November when I went to Paris. I stayed with a French friend at an old, quaint one studio apartment in Bastille-one that a winding wooden staircase up to the fifth floor of the apartment. That winter, I reveled in cheese, red wine and microwave dinners while watching Weeds (with French subtitles of course!) and Dexter episodes, back to back. I bought myself a pair of boots and trudged through the slush of snow with it. I was content and quite delightfully happy.

Wouldn’t it be nice to have a glimpse of all the ports of call that I’ve been to during my days as a seafarer? Now that I’m back from a contract, and am slowly waiting for my sea legs to stop being wobbly, I now finally have some time to peruse the free and unlimited wireless internet in my own home to upload the photos.

I shall categorize such posts into what I call: Where Is Ying Now Series

Enjoy!