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"
A piece of advice: if you’re going to Amsterdam, remember to tell the people you’re with to take the leftover weed OUT of their bag, before you go back into Germany. I think someone should have my friend’s friends this before we returned home. During a night out in a typical Amsterdam coffee shop, the group I was with invested […]Read more "Adrenaline in Amsterdam: a lesson"