Reverse Culture Shock That’s it, you’re home. Your trip is well and truly over and you’re left wondering if it ever really happened. You’ve survived those bouts of homesickness and have been counting down the days to see your friends and family, excited at being reunited. But now you’re back, and the home warming wasn’t… Continue Reading…
As I gazed around at the pastel coloured buildings in the early hours of the morning, I wondered if everything was just a mirage. Was I really here, in Russia? A country that had had one of the hardest visa forms I had ever completed. Rewind 20 hours and I was barely unsure if I… Continue Reading…
As I write this it’s a Saturday night and I’m back in England, putting on platform boots and black eyeliner about to go to a 70’s birthday party. This time last week I was drinking horseradish vodka in the Russian city of Saint Petersburg, the week before I was on an evening walking tour in… Continue Reading…
It’s mid-February and after announcing my next trip back in January, I find myself getting ready to fly back to England after only completing part of my trip. Sometimes life has other plans for us and you have to just give in and surrender to a change in course. After not being able to get… Continue Reading…
* This post contains some graphic content. Little Corn Island My instinct told me not to go but wanting to visit an old friend (or more of an old holiday romance), I chose to ignore my gut feeling and found myself paying for the flight from Managua to Big Corn island. The Corn Islands are… Continue Reading…
There are some places you arrive at and immediately think “why did I come here?” Not because the place is dangerous but because it really wasn’t what you expected. Leaving Lake Ometepe, I travelled onwards to Masaya. After flicking through an outdated Nicaraguan guide book in the hostel in Liberia, I had landed on the… Continue Reading…
I knew I shouldn’t have stopped. I was in my stride with both backpacks loaded tightly onto my body when a man approached me. It was daylight. There was a crowd of people at the bus station just ahead. I still had plenty of time to catch my bus to the next country, Nicaragua. I… Continue Reading…
I knew I shouldn’t have stopped. I was in my stride with both backpacks loaded tightly on my body when a man approached me. It was daylight. There was a crowd of people at the bus station just ahead the sun was out. I had time to catch my bus to my next country, Nicaragua…. Continue Reading…
“Come, come,” shouted a scrawny man holding a thick piece of rope high for me to climb under at the entrance of what appeared to be a bus station. I picked up my pace knowing that my bus to La Fortuna was soon to depart. He mumbled something in Spanish, which I thought meant,… Continue Reading…
Solo travel doesn’t have to mean flying to the other end of the world for 6 months. My first stint abroad lasted a week. The second? Three months, until gradually I built it up to over a year. Finding the traveller’s mindset is easy and you can begin with just baby steps. Find out more… Continue Reading…
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