

Hi there, I’m Jona!
This blog is problematically named. My affairs with the world and words started with a book. No, I do not travel as cheap as possible.
What you see and read is not a lifestyle. It is a life well-lived and well-loved
BWAB is my attempt to document and write down my ways of living this one precious life through travel, food, and books.
For real-time stories, puns, self-deprecating awkwardness, find me somewhere else.
August 10, 2022
From its vibrant food scene and sandy white beaches to the gorgeous Mayan ruins, there’s so much to do in Tulum. This is one of the most popular tourist towns in Riviera Maya and is known for its crystal-clear cenotes, where visitors enjoy swimming and snorkeling. There are so many […]
August 10, 2022
Who have known Cancun, practically built from the sand up almost 50 years ago, is now Mexico’s number travel destination. It is undeniably the most convenient, accessible, and affordable holiday destination for many Americans and Canadians. For a non-North American like me, Cancun always has that James Franco-ish spring break […]
August 5, 2022
Are you looking for the best place to enjoy Cancun’s white-sand beaches and turquoise waters? Who are we kidding? Are you looking for the best place to get wasted, have fun, and find a possible hook-up while enjoying the beach? Look no further than Mandala Beach Club Cancun! This guide […]
August 1, 2022
Cancun is a pretty popular resort city in Mexico, whether you’ve paid a visit or not. In that case, you know this is a beautiful place for exciting activities and water sports, breathtaking scenes like the Mayan ruins, and its divine gastronomy. But one of the best activities is exploring […]
Some years ago, I had an altar of “when you’re broken” reading list. They comprise of Michael Ondaatje’s "The English Patient," Alice Munro’s "The Progress of Love," and Andre Aciman’s "Call Me By Your Name." And the staple Mary Oliver’s “In Blackwater Woods,” Jack Gilbert’s “Failing and Flying,” Derek Walcott’s “Love After Love,” and the pseudo-poem of Jorge Luis Borges’ “After A While You Learn.” I read them. Again. And again. Cried. And cried. Soothed myself. Healed myself through their words again. Cried again. Read them again. This predictable yet painful cycle of breaking and mending. Each pain is different. Each healing is different.