After more than a decade of non-stop travel, I had an epiphany: my life is a Wes Anderson movie filled with awkwardly hilarious moments in beautiful and perfectly symmetrical settings. My trip to Bali was a perfect example!

The route to Phu Quoc island in Southern Vietnam was a massive adventure filled with crazy driving, a chain-smoking driver and one noisy rooster that sang like he was at karaoke bar after too many shots of Tequila.