I actually talked my way into seeing Seoul when Delta changed my flight.
“I don’t want to arrive in Bali after midnight.” I expressed with displeasure. 447 more words
During recent visits to Rome, it struck me just how noisy, chaotic and stressful a place the Italian capital seems to be – a palpable contrast to the laidback, hospitable and seductive face of Italy with which I have become so smitten. 1,036 more words
(Note: I’m aware it’s been maybe two years since I last posted. So here’s a quiet return.)
I have always wanted to write a memoir. The fact that I’ve just turned eighteen, and don’t really have enough life experiences to fill a book, hasn’t entered into the equation. 346 more words
The conversation about women travelling alone seems so worn out now. Yet, as a female solo traveller I still can’t talk about my experiences without at least one person asking “weren’t you scared though?” or exclaiming “you’re so brave!” What is even more distressing is that a lot of women that I speak to often add, “I wouldn’t be able to do that.” Yes, there are aspects of solo travel that perhaps are not for everyone, no matter their gender, but it would appear that women in particular see travelling alone as something that is very ‘out there’. 614 more words
Five months. Eighteen countries. Ten new countries. It’s been exciting. It’s been fun. It’s been tiring. I mentioned last month that I was starting to feel the effects of the constant travel, and that I was in a different spot. 1,292 more words