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
My Biggest Fear – well number 2.
Since I was little I wanted to be a marine biologist. My parents would hate taking me on holidays because I'd spend my afternoons collecting rubbish from the beach and trying to save long gone sea birds. As I got older, the reality of actually becoming a marine biologist set in. Job prospects were minimal, … Continue reading My Biggest Fear – well number 2.
Lulu’s and eating alone
When you travel solo a number of things happen to you. The first three or four hours is tough. You sit in your room and try and build the strength and the facade that will appear when you walk outside the doors hoping and wishing other people think you know what you are doing. You … Continue reading Lulu’s and eating alone
When’s it your turn?
My baby brother got married on the weekend. He has been with his girlfriend for over ten years. They were high school sweethearts. They bought a house and a dog and then ten years later decided to get married. While that is a fairly regular story in our family, it's not my story. Out of … Continue reading When’s it your turn?
The decisions we make…
The decisions we make are not necessarily the ones we would make again. If I'd done things differently in the beginning, would my life be different now? If I'd made the choice to stay home, to not move, to not study, to work somewhere else, to be a marine biologist - would my life be … Continue reading The decisions we make…
Tights are not PANTS!
I did something I swore I would never do this week. And I did it twice. I wrote a face book status update that proclaimed my faux pas so there is no excuse that I didn't realise I was doing it, or that they just sort of slipped. I wore my gym tights outside the … Continue reading Tights are not PANTS!
The Lucky Ones
There are very few days in our life when we struggle to think how it could have went better. My theory is that if we take instances of our day and isolate them, we should be able to have more of those incidents more often. I need to learn to let things go, live with … Continue reading The Lucky Ones
Repeat
You know those days when your life just seems to be on repeat? We hit those moments again and again and each time we have to find the motivation to push through. For me, it's about finding the extrinsic motivation. Will it be a half hour of TV, will it be a coffee out, will … Continue reading Repeat
life in big frilly knickers 