Best Soprano Ukulele Under $100 for Beginners

It is understandable that you have already chosen what kind of ukulele you would like to play with since you are reading this blog. Hopefully I can give fairly give you the best one to suit your choice.

I think it’s about time for you to consider the budget. Listed here are some of the Soprano ukuleles that ranges from about $195 to about less than $260. I would however recommend that you spend less than $38.94 if you are still an amatuer or a beginner who does not have any experience playing any string instruments like the bass player, a guitar, the mandolin or banjo. But if you want to own or play an electric powered ukulele, that would cost of about $65

Best Soprano Ukulele Under $100

This is my personal top favorite brand/model of Soprano Ukulele:

First one is the Mahalo 2511 Soprano. This is the cheapest ukulele in my selection however do not get fooled by the price and I will tell you later why. This is a great kind of ukulele to purchase for children and for beginners. Aside from it being a good size for children, it also have pretty color choices that the kids will be delighted. It may be a little cheaper but because of the quality of materials used to build it, it’s not exactly durable and the tone is not that good. You are paying actually more of the color or aesthetic than the quality, but like I said earlier this is perfect for beginners who wanted to learn how to play the ukulele. This ukulele is available in various colors like White, Green, Pink, Orange, Yellow, Light Blue, Blue, Red, Black and Violet. Continue reading Best Soprano Ukulele Under $100 for Beginners

Hiking on the mountain

I read once that Bhutan–where Shangri-la was thought to be located–is one of the last areas on earth still untouched, pristine in all its vistas; it is called a place where nature and people live in harmony. Untainted flora and unhunted fauna live among humans in a symbiosis unheard of in the developed world. The beauty there astounds all who see it. I fancied myself a monk, finding my peace and place in life hung in the air between God and the canyon floor; this would be my monastery, my quiet place. I felt small–compared to the earth. Not the bad kind of small, but rather the uncomfortable cleansing terror of something bigger. This was something good. If you’ve been to the Grand Canyon, you know what I mean. Any adventuresome thought of seeking Satan in Hells Canyon was erased immediately. God stood here among the humans, and His land remained defiant of any names they might impose.


Our guide told us this place was called Suicide Cliff, a name I’ve heard given to countless high rock formations. She said two lovers climbed up here to end it all because they loved each other and their feuding families didn’t like that. I put my own spin on it. I imagined them climbing up here, looking over the horizonless jagged grace before them and changing their minds. Filled with hope, they resolutely climbed out of the canyon, higher up until they had to go down again, running away to an exquisite existence. Passing cows all the way. Continue reading Hiking on the mountain