Alex is from a small town called Northborough, 30 minutes outside Boston, where his family still reside. After studying and living in Australia a year before graduating from the University of Connecticut, he set off for a backpacking adventure in Europe, spanning from Prague, through Germany and Switzerland, culminating in Italy on the Amalfi Coast.
He then worked for large IT company in Boston before he took all of his saved vacation days to visit Southern Cambodia, where he completely fell in love with Asia. The rest, as they say, is history, as Alex now covers Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand, and Laos as an Indochina specialist for Audley.
Alex lives in the North End of Boston, where he regularly enjoys delving into Sherlock, playing football (yes, the British variation) with his friends from UConn, and venturing either to Vermont to ski or to Wellfleet, Cape Cod to catch the waves at Cahoun Hollow beach.
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What impressed us most about Audley is the way they selected and liaised with local guides to provide culturally authentic and unusual experiences.
Melissa, George, Corine, and Bruce traveled to Cambodia, Laos and Vietnam for 29 days in February 2016, organized by Alex P
We recently returned from a wonderful Indochina trip planned by Audley Travel. What impressed us most about Audley is the way they selected and liaised with local guides to provide culturally authentic and unusual experiences. For instance, Audley arranged for us to meet with some local fishermen in Hoi An and share time with them as they cast their nets on the local river. This was not a strictly for tourists event, and there were no others sharing this experience. In Siem Reap, our guide was able to get us into Angkor Thom, Angkor Wat, and Ta Prohm Temples at dawn before the throngs of tourists appeared. It was a memorable trip.
I'll never forget when…
There aren’t enough shades of green in the world’s biggest Crayola crayon box to describe the scenery on the drive from Sapa back to Hanoi. In the most remote part of the Northern Vietnam countryside, we stopped for the 189th time for pictures; up on top of one of the hills, there was a group of Black Thai women harvesting rice and their children playing in the surrounding field. My driver, guide, and I wandered up and watched them work for a few minutes before offering to help. Over the next hour, we plucked, sifted, and pounds of rice while running around and playing “Hide and Seek” with the children, who were no more than eight years of age.
The fascinating aspect was that there was absolutely no language connection; my guide could only speak Vietnamese, and these women and children only spoke a regional Thai dialect, which made the experience all the more primitive and humanistic. When the sun went down, we started to say goodbye and one of the women took her farming hat off of her head and handed it over to me, almost as a gift of thanks. I don’t think they realized that we were the thankful ones, having been given the privilege to experience such an amazing afternoon in the midst of the happiest people I’ve ever encountered.