I swear I haven’t become that person. You know, that traveller that’s carry-on only and then talks non-stop about being carry-on only. I’ve always been able to detect this sense of superiority from much of the carry-on traveller crowd. But also: I have to hold my hands up here, too, because there …
I’m rolling August and September together for this monthly summary because, um, I barely stepped outside in August and didn’t have anything interesting to write about. I kicked off August with a commitment to insomnia. Back at the start of the year, I set myself a goal to wake at …
There’s a danger that comes with returning to the places you’ve fallen for. There’s always an underlying fear that on second visit, it doesn’t feel the same; that either you’ve changed or it’s changed, and I’aaf not sure which of those feels strangest. I’m a firm believer in change being …
If I had to give 2017 a theme it would have to be cheap flights. Thanks to having a base in Portugal, which made return flights a viable option for the first time in six years, I’ve been bashing out round-trips at incredibly inexpensive prices this year. My flight to …
It’s time for my big announcement of 2017, and I can barely contain my excitement! After a year of hard work, I’ve just launched my first ever course! It’s a kickass guide that’s going to help you overcome travel anxiety, because I believe forcing yourself out of your comfort zone …
I couldn’t believe it: a monkey had shat in my breakfast. It was the morning of my hike up Mount Nyiragongo, and I couldn’t help but worry this was a bad omen. My friends and I were nervous enough as it was about the climb. We’d spent the night at …
I kicked off July by falling in love. After giving myself permission to stop putting everything I had into visiting everysinglecountryintheworldrightnow, I reduced the pressure in my brain enough that I could turn my attention to returning to my homeland. The U.K. has been a sorely neglected travel destination in …
The first thing I noticed was the normality. As I inched a tentative toe across the border between Rwanda and the Democratic Republic of the Congo, I half expected to have a bag thrown over my head by a group of militia rebels, disappearing off the face of the earth …
“It’ll be worth it at the top,” I whispered over and over as grains of sand whipped against my calves. Gritting my teeth, I battled against the winds to climb ever higher, one step forwards and two slips back, desperate for a view to rival all others; convinced it would be …
You may have noticed I’ve been a little quiet on my social media channels over the past couple of weeks. The truth is: I’ve been embarrassed as hell. Ten days ago, I laced up my hiking boots, stuffed my backpack full of energy bars, pulled on my rain jacket, and …
I’d never seen a road like it. And yes, I do realise every single one of my Namibia posts has had some kind of comment on the quality of the roads in them, but this one was seriously bad. After spending an incredible day at Vingerklip, part of me was wondering …
