Hoi An, Vietnam: Yesterday was a pretty big day. My exposure to the sun had been more than I’d needed and I woke with achy shoulders, my body a little weary, my throat groggy, and in need of a day of relaxation. Without realising it, travelling can take an almighty toll on your physical and … More Day Eight – Time to Contemplate, Time to Talk
Somewhere between Ho Chi Minh and Hoi An, Vietnam: The sleeper train to Da Nang wasn’t half as bad as I imagined it to be. Ok, so it wasn’t the ritz; the mattress was hard and the bed clothes a little musty; and because my backpack had taken up half the space of the bed, … More Day Six and a Change of Pace
Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam: Filled with intrepidation surrounding my impending debut sleeper train journey that would set off for Da Nang that afternoon; a journey that would take 18 long hours and required getting some shut eye overnight on a bunk in a cramped cabin; a journey I had no idea how to prepare for, … More Day Five and Time to Move Along
So as I sit here, in the same airport I sat in almost three years ago, drinking the same wine, contemplating life, waiting for a plane to take me to my next destination, I can’t help but feel like I’ve come full circle. Not full circle in the sense that the journey has ended and … More Australia, You’ve Been Everything.
Yesterday I heard the awful news that a terrorist attack had occurred in Manchester. Yesterday, I read how so many innocent people had lost their lives. Yesterday, I cried watching the news; the stories, the vigils, the Facebook updates, the videos. Yesterday I phoned my friend to see if she was ok. Yesterday, I stood … More England, I’m coming home.
In May 2013 I feared for my life. In May 2013, I thought I would never see the light of day again. It’s now July 2016, and a little over three years ago I went to China. I was young(ish) and slightly naive but very much over-confident in my convictions, of which I was also … More Putting the past to rest
Lists…lists, lists, lists. I’m well aware that I have a bit of a thing for lists. I love a shopping list. I love a list of things to do. I love a list for the sake of having a list, you know, just so I can write unnecessary shit down in order to inevitably forget … More What a difference a year makes
It’s exactly six months to the day that I arrived back in England, and every day for those last six months I’ve wanted to leave again. I’ve wanted to grab my overnight bag and passport (which sit at the end of my bed by the way, already packed with toiletries and spare underwear) and leave. … More The Six Month Itch
There comes a time in life when we reach that dreaded age; that age that once-upon-a-decade ago seemed a million years away; that age that once seemed so insignificant and unintended for you, you never thought it would actually come around. It suddenly becomes a reality though, and doesn’t just creep up on you, but … More 30 Proper Funny Things That Sort Of Happened When I Hit The Big 3-OH…
I read a post on elitedaily.com the other day that was entitled: I’m Not Just Looking For Love, I’m Looking For Someone Who Can Keep Up. Not to discredit the author in any way (who am I to judge a published writer…?) but I didn’t think it was particularly well written and I didn’t think … More I’m Not Just Looking For Love, I’m Looking For Someone Who Can Support Me.
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