Whilst you await with baited breath for my next travel instalments, revel in this piece I wrote for The Debrief on the not so sexy parts of travelling alone…
A lot of beauty and a little bit of history, with some kayaking and food on the side.
A whole new world, with extra motorbikes and scooters. Women’s museum, Temple of Literature, peaceful lakes and local delicacies.
Veggie choices, posh hotels, David Bowie, cultural calibration & falling in love (with a whole city)
A brief interlude with beaches, seagulls, a clifftop walk and boys playing Ed Sheeran on guitar.
Trying to reach new depths and learning my limits along the way. Also: beaches and seaside and sunshine.
So one of the main reasons drawing me back to Australia was family to see. Two branches, in fact. And around these two, different but similarly bonkers, branches I started my time in Sydney.
Ok Ok I ended up writing far too much intro, but I’m just trying to share how excited I am! So it’s Tuesday evening and we have just arrived in Canberra. Having saved up my Airbnb credit, we went all
So after my Big Day Out in Singapore, and my three hours sleep on the plane interspersed with movies about conscious AI (Chappie and Ex Machina, if you’re interested) and two complimentary glasses of wine, I was KO for the
10 years ago, an overly-excited 11 year old, whose family had been saving their holiday pennies for a while, set off on her first ever long-haul flight.This journey wasn’t just symbolic in that she was going across the world for