Well, it’s about time Adeena finally let me say something! Jeepers!! – I get lugged around the freaking planet for four and a half years and dragged through all sorts of shit being tied to bicycles and motorbikes and yachts and then she goes and shares her side of the Read more…
I always smile a little bit more when I see miserable people – they always remind me how ridiculous it is to not be happy. I took a walk to the shops the other day and, seeing as there was still daylight, I took the short cut through the park Read more…
So I’ve been pretending to be a cyclist for a whole week now and I have much advice for all aspiring future long distancesers. And while I know you think I might not be the best person to get advice from with me being 27, homeless, unmarried, and unemployed, and Read more…
My bum is blue. Let me rewind a little so that you don’t mistake me for a wierdo… It was a dark and stormy day down in Can Tou, Southern Vietnam and I was boarding a bus. A local bus. A little orange bus that had Teddy stuffed into the Read more…
It’s recently been bought to my attention that I have a wedding in 3 weeks. Not mine. No. That would be more worrying (mostly because I plan to elope and you can’t pre-plan elopage). Despite functioning as my moral reasoning on a frequent basis over the past 14 years, I need Read more…
Phong Nha… somewhere in Vietnam It really is good to not be dead. I’m grateful for every minute of undeadliness and hope to maintain it for quite some time to come.Years even. 2254 km of epicness from Saigon, I’ve arrived in Hanoi. And despite the four flat tyres, the snapped swing Read more…
With our street rep spreading far and wide, our little gang swelled in size and although many applied (everyone wants to be a part of a grisly gang with a ginormous Teddy bear) we settled on “The Five”. We may not have been the fiercest, or the largest, or the Read more…
Sometimes it’s worth doing the 20 km detour down the wrong dirt road full of overflowing sewerage pipes and angry police officers… sometimes it’s those wrong turns that lead you to those exact people that you are meant to be meeting – the random strangers who are soon to become Read more…
By the 7th hour of my three hour bus ride to Saigon, Vietnam – covered in the drool of my fellow passengers who mistook my shoulders for pillows – I swore I’d never take the bus again and 10 days later, I’ve managed to keep that promise… After a spontaneous Sunday Read more…