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 After flicking through an outdated Nicaraguan guide book in the hostel in Liberia, I had landed on the… Continue Reading…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…
Sometimes you just have to listen to your inner voice and know when to say stop. After writing a previous post on how precious life is, the end of 2014 had been a challenging one for many reasons. Living in Colombia, I can only stay for 180 days a year on a British passport and my… Continue Reading…
Today marks the end of my time in Colombia. For the last 6 months I have been living in Medellin, the country’s second largest city, A place which I now call home. And as I begin my new chapter in Panama and Central America, I am contemplating things I didn’t expect to. This week I… Continue Reading…
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