Yes I Did Think Tilda Swinton Was Watching Me

Here we are with another archive post from the Blogspot incarnation of The Sheep Was Here. My Thailand page was looking rather neglected so I thought it best to start filling it up. I’ve made a few changes happen but it’ll mostly be the same.

Koh Phi-Phi on pieces of paper, pronounced as ‘pee-pee’, had been on my list since my last stint in Western Australia; a Dane I’d met had shared photos of her time diving here and my interest was therefore set in stone. Whilst scuba diving isn’t my thing, snorkelling is so that was another reason for making a trip happen in 2014. Fortunately for me I had seven friendlies to share in the experience with. Continue reading “Yes I Did Think Tilda Swinton Was Watching Me”

The Learnding Year

All I have to say is, I’m a terrible person.

This year has been all about the tourism… the ‘learnding’ (that is deliberate, there were several annoying hashtags back in February according to my sister) of tourism which I’m happy to say I completed at the start of this December.

Was it hard, yes and for a lot of it (they had me doing MATHS!), but oh so rewarding… but unfortunately I didn’t get to blog as much as I liked. I’ll just go do a walk of shame through  the capital eh? All septa volunteers must bring their own bell. Continue reading “The Learnding Year”

A Pagan Thank You

If it wasn’t already so obvious, I’ll just point it out again – I am pathologically obsessed with storytelling. I’ve been doing it since I was eight-years-old and after reading some choice creative non fiction by some far more established bloggers, I made a conscious decision to include some of my own creative non fiction on my new blog. This little yarn, which I had originally entered into a competition that I oh so obviously did not win, entails a memorable moment about my crossing from Spain to Morocco. I hope you enjoy!

Tarifa, Spain – 2016

Help me out you divine pricks, I shout wordlessly to Janus and Poseidon – I woke up this morning deciding I’d play pagan. Continue reading “A Pagan Thank You”

Humans Are Just Selfie-ish!

And this here is the first archive post to reach the new site – it was posted back in July of 2016.

On what has proven itself to be an inevitable day of all things different (baking, eating a uncomplicated hamburger, playing Pokemon Go) I find myself birthing this word child, which is mostly thanks to the exploits of other nomads who at some point were smart enough to learn how to get paid to travel – intelligent bastards.

So far, on this day, I’ve watched the Naked Traveller (dressed at all times) Contiki it from California to New Orleans (I am tempted to book that ticket) and Lauren Juliffe over at Never Ending Footsteps regale her top 100 tips on how best to tackle the big wide world. Interesting and most enviable stuff kiddies; yes, I do have a ticket to Fraser Island in September but everywhere else is still most desirable.

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I’ve Been Thinking About Marrakech

The Halloween episode on The Simpsons, where Homer buys the shitty wish granting monkey hand, is how I first learnt about Marrakech, and watching Almost Famous is how I learnt that Morocco is a country in North Africa (with some confirmation from my older sister) – as you can tell, watching the moving image ironically gets me off of my arse, but these images directed me to a city where I proved to myself that I could be a more independent backpacker. Continue reading “I’ve Been Thinking About Marrakech”