At this tender age of 21, I find myself on the cusp of adulthood, but also close enough to my teenage years to realise that yes, I should have studied more in high school and yes, my mum is almost always right. There is a lot of knowledge to gain as we get older, but […]Read more "Learning"
The plane ascends. The bubble bursts. Back to reality. The shift from normality to exploration and then back to normality is immense. The mindset you have when you travel is like no other. I’d forgotten how much I’d missed it, and it’s only been a few months. There is nothing more exciting than having a […]Read more "A tourist in my own country"
This piece was written by a close friend of mine. My friend Amy is a strange coalescence of factors. One night Amy will be swinging wildly from one side of the dancefloor to the other, hair flying out behind her as a smile spreads so wide it threatens to consume her face, wearing the […]Read more "Love from L"
1. Explore: it’s really as simple as that! Walk the streets, perhaps beginning in Piccadilly Circus or near Big Ben, and just have a wander. It’s amazing the things you’ll find and see when you just follow your nose, instead of staying right in the popular, touristy areas. 2. Watch a ‘football’ match. I didn’t […]Read more "Top 10 things to do in London"
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My friend Jack is a valuable guy to know. Jack is that guy on Facebook always posting links to things like news and activism when everyone else is inviting you to secret warehouse parties. On the big important issues, we agree. Nazism, bad. Misogyny, very bad. Abbott- don’t get him started.…
There’s no place like home. What a sense of homecoming. Driving through that quaint village, opening that wrought iron gate and walking through those doors could not have been more nostalgic. I was home! After so many weeks of hostels, hotels, busses, boats, trains and planes, i could not have been happier to be in […]Read more "Zu Hause ist es immernoch am schönsten"
Let me introduce you all to DrunkAmy. Actually, I can’t, because SoberAmy doesn’t even remember most of what DrunkAmy did. Whoops. What a week. Croatia Sailing was rumoured to be a week of drunken debauchery, and it well and truly surpassed my expectations. Seven days of sun baking, swimming and sightseeing, and seven nights of […]Read more "Croatia Sailing"