I could feel myself floating in and out of consciousness, as the sound of beating drums grew closer. Was this all a dream? Being at Geo Paradise and wanting to understand more about shamanic rituals, I had decided to take part in an ayahuasca ceremony. I am not usually one for hallucinogenic drugs but a series of serendipities… Continue Reading…
It was the first part of my ‘holiday’ to Panama. After leaving my laptop well and truly at my new home in Colombia, I was disconnected for the first time in months and to be honest, I was actually enjoying the freedom of no emails, no internet and, no checking Facebook. I had travelled to… Continue Reading…
When the book Eat Pray Love arrived at my door, I had no idea how much it would affect me. The tale of a married woman who left everything behind to travel and find herself resonated with me and was the catalyst to me walking away from my marriage. It had been a hard decision… Continue Reading…
With December just around the corner it seems so appropriate to visit the Nativity town of the birthplace of baby Jesus. But my reality of this little town that I used to sing about in hymns at school is not what expected to see. Bethlehem is actually part of the West Bank and lays beyond… Continue Reading…
I’m open to religions. I think of myself as accommodating to the majority of mankind. But when it comes to the ‘call to prayer’ at 4.30am in the morning, over towering speakers that stand outside the window where I sleep, I must admit that compassion is the very last thing on my mind 🙂 I… Continue Reading…
I can hear murmering through the maze of stone walls, as I pass bearded men wearing top hats and tails, in the Jewish quarter of Old Jerusalem. I follow the wall around to an open square where Orthodox Jews gather for the morning prayers. I watch in silence, my head covered in respect, as they stand close to the… Continue Reading…
Knelt on the floor, palms open, eyes closed, I hear a noise – a jangling of coins. I open my eyes to see an old man in a black robe about to throw a gold coin in my lap. When he sees my blue eyes, he takes a step back. ‘Islam” he asks? “No,” I reply. … Continue Reading…
This has to be the most iconic image of Bhutan, one which stirred my fascination for Bhutan many years before. Now six years later, I am trekking my way up the mountain to experience Tiger Nest Monastery for myself. Perched on a hillside, this monastery stands over 2000m above sea level and it is said that Guru… Continue Reading…
‘Honk honk,’ sounds the horn as chicken run for their life, trying to steer out of the motorbikes path. We dodge herds of cows and goats as we ride along the hilly roads, the yogi’s orange robe flowing behind and me holding onto for dear life. It is my last day in Nepal and Yogi… Continue Reading…
There seems to be a bit of a theme occurring. Not content with spending just one weekend with a guy in an orange robe, I find myself yet again doing the same, only this time instead of a yogi I am spending the weekend with my own personal lama (monk). Technically I gatecrashed his weekend… Continue Reading…
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