I’ve just flown my longest (and belated) haul to date, which included going over some beautiful Omani mountains so that was a plus, and I’m very much wrecked. Yes it was a Qantas flight, and they have some nice cordial on offer, but I’m sorely in need of a flat bed to sleep on. However, everything is okay because I am in London. Finally! Continue reading “Other Sides Do It For Me”
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”
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!
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”
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.
Continue reading “Humans Are Just Selfie-ish!”
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”
The Antrim Coastline, Northern Ireland
This is the tail end of January, 2016.
I looked up from my breakfast as other guests rushed to the nearest window in the International Youth Hostel, all of them abuzz about something big. So, after putting down my fork I joined them and got one of the most pronounced reality checks to date – it’s snowing in Belfast. Continue reading “All Along Antrim”
This, I can assure you, has been a long time coming.
A bit of housekeeping first (I do like that word for some reason).
I travelled to Thailand for the first time back in 2014… and it was there that I had an interesting experience.
Ups and downs were had so naturally it is in the traveler’s nature to share said experiences with the people back home. Continue reading “So I Needed Something New”