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 …
I knew this move to Barcelona was going to push me out of my comfort zone. It’s a big step to move country, house and job into a new land where your native language isn’t spoken. I’m here on my own, no network of friends, no UK TV or radio – I can’t understand …
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The beauty of travel is not only the places you see, the experiences you have but also the people you meet. Such a cliché, but clichés are clichés for a reason and they’re usually bloody accurate. I met more than my fair share of little gems on the road, many that I wish I …
Crossing from Peru to Bolivia via a land border was fairly sketchy. We walked a across a bridge and queued in a decaying building which stank of piss, litter strewn everywhere and machine gun paintings on each doorway. It took a while, I couldn’t answer any of the questions they fired at me in …
Sat in a hectic indoor market in San Jose, at a makeshift ice-cream bar enjoying vanilla ice-cream made with fresh pods and a dash of cinnamon with Robert, was how my Costa Rica adventure began. My new actor musician friend wanted to improve his English and I wanted to explore the sights with a …
Dangling in dark caves with only glow worms illuminating the way, kayaking through waterfalls under the stars and water acrobatics with wild bottle nose dolphins. That is what New Zealand’s North Island had in store for me in my first few days on Kiwi soil.
I joked before I left that one of my goals for this trip was to ‘find myself’. That exact phrase was said tongue wedged firmly in cheek because it has become such a cliché. I’ve also ‘been on a journey’ and ‘life’s a rollercoaster’, but seeing as I’m not coming out of the Big …