The savannah has been drained of life. Its blooming grasslands have shrivelled and are bleached. The great beast pants, searching for the blanketing comforts of…
The black coffee reflects the vague shape of a little boy who thinks he’s a man. It’s rather off-putting, to be honest. Like the transition…
My upper thighs were aching. We were over an hour in riding on camels, and after smacking my chapped lips, it was clear I was…
The groggy fog of your afternoon nap begins to dissipate. The thundery rumble of an ignored stomach calls you to action, and when the gnawing…
The first thing I noticed about Colombo Cornershop was its owner doling out takeaway coffees from the side window. His bowl haircut and baggy red…
The first hint was Buienradar. Why would it ever be useful to have an app that shows you only the next two hours of precipitation…
Touch down in Podgorica Airport. The chill of Eastern European air encourages the hairs on my arm to stand in formation. Small pools of sweat…
It was 9:30pm and happy hour had well and truly begun on Mlini – the loud and jovial boat I was allocated on my Sail…
Stickiness glues every inch of my clothes to me. Blaring sun blinds me from all directions. Wine fumes leave no room for fresh air on…
When I first told people I was beginning my South American trip in Colombia by myself, the usual response was relatively predictable. “Like, have you…
I have just finished writing for the night. After hours at this internet cafe, I am in need of a feed, and too lazy to…
I can feel my face turning a warm, visibly peachy colour as those uncomfortable, familiar prickles run up my neck, around my ears, even to…
