Travelling was something I had always wanted to do from a young age. I was born with an innate desire to see the world. It was not passed down to me, and I grew up around people who didn't share the same passion. But at that young age, when I thought about travelling, I saw … Continue reading Brutal Truths About Solo Travel (From Someone Who Loves It)
I've turned 33 in the past month - this means I've been solo travelling, technically, for 10 years. I was 23 when I moved to London having no idea how so many of my travel dreams would be actually coming true - out of hard work, sacrifice... but alas, it just made it all these … Continue reading How my travelling style changed from my early 20s to early 30s
Over winter, everyone around me was falling ill, like a deck of cards after ending a Solitaire game. Everyone except me. Seemingly aggressive viruses were causing harsh colds and flus putting people to bed, forcing them to take a break from the constant, non-stop, hustle life in the city is. Every other year there is … Continue reading I prescribed myself a walk in Bushy Park
I have lived my life with the certainty that we all have the capacity for immense good and unspeakable evil. That duality lives within us and we face it everyday. It’s not a question of black and white. We walk through life in a fog of greys — murky rivers, muddy roads, skies thick with … Continue reading Auschwitz, Schindler, and the Grey in Us All
Spring in London has been marvellous so far. I cannot recall when was the last time I was a witness to so many days of sunshine and blue skies in a row in this city. Happily this coincided precisely with the start of my "involuntary" month off and the end of a dark period for … Continue reading Everything Fell Apart. Then Spring came
The Winged Bone 