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How I nearly died in the Himalayas
I went trekking in Nepal, and all I got was a swollen brain. Spoiler alert: I’m still alive. Luckily, I have friends who like me with a normal-sized brain.
A single white female in the Middle East
Travelling as a solo female isn’t as dangerous as people tend to make it out to be. But in this part of the world, I feel more vulnerable than I have anywhere else, and I’m not entirely sure I’m okay with it.
I came home; or, how giving up isn’t always giving in
Apparently, even I have my limits, but they aren’t as dramatic or as impressive as you might expect. Costa Rica, of all places, is where I finally broke down, and ran back home. Here’s why.
I love heels: confessions of a materialistic traveller
Once again, I’ve lost a whole pile of my things in a foreign country. But instead of this spurring me to reject materialism and all its perceived evils, I choose to embrace it.
How I fell off the face of the earth for six months (while proceeding to criss-cross it)
I’ve been so busy, I completely abandoned blog posts for six months. In that time, I went to ten different countries, bought a motorbike and learned to ride it, and made a few websites.
Between two continents and homes: doing the limbo in Istanbul
Feeling adrift in Istanbul, a city of minaret spires and sludgy coffee that spans two continents. More rambling on “home” when you’re a vagabond.
Things I lost in Cambodia: my purse, a phone charger, my mind.
I spent a month slow-travelling through Southeast Asia’s broken places. My tales of losses, gains, and high-powered automatic rifles amid the chaos.
Breaking rules and busting heads
I’ve recently come to the realization that I do everything in a rather unorthodox way. Somehow, it all works, and I’m intensely happy.
Five tricks for staying sane as a long-term nomad
This whole world-tour business is pretty intense. I’ve travelled a lot, but it still trips me up sometimes. Here’s how I’m staying sane, so far.