I stood staring at the ticket machine in Berlin’s S-Bahn train station, and the words ‘Refugees Welcome’ blinked back at me. Ahh so it’s true. If the old battered ticket machine has been configured to welcome the victims of war, then the media have got one thing right – Germany is the promised land.
On a warm August afternoon, in New York’s Chelsea district, I was sat in a hostel courtyard contemplating my next move. In came a whirlwind: a character so full of life and stories I was instantly spellbound. Meet Inge, my Amsterdam based hitchhiking friend. Some people radiate energy and life, Inge is one of, Read More
Have you ever had one of those moments where you wish you could rewind time? I don’t have them often as I mostly believe every experience is a learning curve. Or at least I’ve conditioned myself into thinking that, so I don’t go into a full-on meltdown every time something catastrophic happens. I stood, Read More
“Under heaven nothing is more soft and yielding than water. Yet for attacking the solid and strong, nothing is better; it has no equal.” I’m in a rural community in the heart of the Miraflor Nature Reserve, Nicaragua and about to witness the most spectacular site. I’m surrounded by natives, sweaty natives, as they’ve, Read More
I’m sat in a cloud, an actual big fluffy cloud. Not wandering as lonely as one, just sat in one looking over the sprawling mass of patchwork greens in front of me. The vultures are hopping from one foot to another, totally ignoring me, busy drying their huge wings after the regular, Read More
Awkward… I’m asking for money! Not for me, although that may come, hahaha *hysterical laughter* as it dawns on me I really have left my life, my job and all my home comforts to earn no money.
So what’s happened since my big decision… insomnia has happened. Trying to sell all my worldly belongings and cancel a life that I thought would be at least mid-term if not long-term. Not easy when you don’t speak the lingo! I explored Madrid and realised Barcelona has my heart. I landed in the right, Read More
You’re walking round Sainsbury’s, doing your weekly shop and a middle-aged lady wanders out from isle 10, milk in hand with her breasts hanging out. You avert your eyes and feel a little shocked and embarrassed for her. An elderly man shuffles past you and spits on the floor in front of you and, Read More
What image does ‘run like a girl’ conjure up in your head? Go on you can be honest now. For me I picture my adolescent self all awkward and self-conscious. Not quite sure where to put my arms so I can hide my body. Also, the throw-away playground insults shouted at boys ‘You run, Read More