In the immortal words of the doors, this is the end. While I am sitting in LAX and waiting for yet another flight, my trip is all but over. There are no more beaches, no more drinks and frivolity and no more dancing. No more ruins, (thank God) and no more 'so cheap, it's almost … Continue reading The End
Rafting
When I am at work I sometimes forget that people are generally good. That most of us are inherently good hearted and if something comes across as vindictive, spiteful or unjust it's most likely about their own insecurities rather than a direct reflection of me. In the heat of mid-term when I can't see out … Continue reading Rafting
You are Beautiful
As a Big Frilly Knicker Wearer you don't hear that phrase very often and when you do, you normally don't believe it anyway. There are people in your life that love you and tell you that and although they mean it, they've loved you so long you assume that they are blinded by your inner … Continue reading You are Beautiful
The Witch in the Mirror
Whether you want it to be or not, travel makes you introspective. From the amount of time you spend alone to the people you meet, you have no choice but to evaluate the person you have become or worse, the person you wish you were. There is one thing you have when you really travel … Continue reading The Witch in the Mirror
What I Forgot
It's the smell. That's the thing about travelling that you forget. That and the waiting. You spend the time between trips at home, dreaming, wishing that you could just go away. You sigh and fawn over other people's holiday photos on facebook, you google far away places on the chance you'll see something new and … Continue reading What I Forgot
Too Good to be True
There's one thing my Dad taught me that normally I subscribe to with blind faith. He said if it's too good to be true, it probably is. When traipsing across the other side of the planet, I may have found myself this week blinded by the billboards of Times Square and in less than ten … Continue reading Too Good to be True
The Hot Ladies
When you join a group tour a number of things can happen. True, you spend more time worrying about it than you do actually planning your trip but that's why you pay the exorbitant amount of money to holiday with strangers, isn't it? On arriving in the hotel room the day before departure, I was … Continue reading The Hot Ladies
Friends in the French Quarter
When you meet people while travelling, it's almost a whirlwind romance. From early on there is very little establishment of who we are as people, our histories or what made us the way we are. We meet for fifteen minutes, we have conversations about what's happening now, the strangers make us smile and often laugh … Continue reading Friends in the French Quarter
The Top Bunk
There are a number of things that test you when travelling on your own. Hostel living is by far the biggest. Hostel owners cram four beds (2 bunks) in a 5x4 room, put a toilet and a shower in the cupboard and call it an ensuite, then throw in four strangers and watch the fireworks … Continue reading The Top Bunk
The Strip
It's not what it sounds like. While parts of Las Vegas can be found in varying states of undress its not exactly as it seems. On every street the homeless flog cards of naked asian women guaranteeing them to your door in under 20mins. A bit like ordering pizza. Mix that with walking yard sticks … Continue reading The Strip
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