My Spanish teacher in Puerto Escondido dressed like the Fonz and liked to flaunt the collection of selfies on his blackberry. The photos were always edited in really outdated camera…
The holy river was choked with garbage. Mounds of single-use cups and plastic bags swam alongside shimmering gold fabric and clumps of human hair. On…
Surfers bobbed over the reef break a hundred metres from the shoreline and a bay-like lagoon shimmered in between. The ocean was a welcome respite…
You know that feeling when you suddenly realise you’re doing a PhD and nearly everyone you know is pregnant? Yeah, me too. In my early…
After 37 hours in transit, I was wrecked. Upon my reaching my hostel, all I wanted was to brush my furry teeth and go to…
Travelling has overtaken hobbies like stamp collecting and scrapbooking to become the primary pastime of youth in the western world. We are constantly bombarded with…
I was couch surfing in California, and had been with one particularly generous host just south of LA for almost a week. Careful not to…
Continued from Part I. After the weather foiled yesterday’s plans, we decided to delay our departure from Palenque for a second attempt. Gathered like a…
It was my birthday, and I was in Mexico. My new travel-best-friend Cat and I had decided that this was worthy of a trip into…
My thighs rubbed together as sweat seeped from every pore. The Mexican heat was overwhelming after a month of Californian springtime – which, I will…
