Hitch
Perfectly Lost
Where am I? Why am I here? What’s my purpose? …the question we all ask ourselves time and time and time [and more times] again! The world spins no matter where we are, and it Read more…
Hitch
The Perfect Stranger
I stood at the petrol station proudly waving my “Lisboa” sign. The winter sun was shining, And Leonardo, my Couch Surfing host, had just driven away. Streams of cars sped by; Some smiled, some shrugged, Read more…
Cycle
An Alternative Guide to Travelling the US [For the broke and bored]
So, you’re thinking of travelling the US in 2020? But you don’t quite have the funds needed to enjoy your dream vacation? …Or no funds at all… No problem! Here’s my alternative guide to travelling Read more…
Sail
Crew Laundry
“Aggggghhhhhh!” The vehement scream rose from the head and pierced the earlobes of the unsuspecting crew sat placidly above, sipping tea in the cockpit. It was the second time in a week that the Captain Read more…
Sail
Becoming. The Pearl of the Pacific.
Wind in my hair, salt on my skin, the scent of tea constantly rising through the companionway to infiltrate my briny nostrils… The sea gypsy is back. …And just in time too; The crew Read more…
Explore
Did somebody say “Adventure?”
Adventure /ədˈvɛntʃə/ noun an unusual and exciting or daring experience. “her recent adventures in Italy” verb engage in daring or risky activity. “they had adventured into the forest” I was kind of feeling that I Read more…
Explore
Without a Crutch
If you’ve ever met me or read this blog (not that anybody actually reads this blog) you’ll know that I am a hopeful homeless vagabond gypsy with no shoes or sense of direction. I own Read more…
Hustle
Lessons Learned in the Fish Factory
It’s not how I planned to end 2018 (or start 2019 either): Cold. Wet. At a fish factory. Doing production line work. I learned about speed. I learned about hard work. I learned about repetitive Read more…
Cycle
The Spanish Inquisition
SPAIN! And not the Spain I knew! Less tapas, more tight muscles and butt pain. Less paella, more pedaling. Less salsa, more dancing circles through the streets as I lost my sense of direction. Read more…
Cycle
Conquering a Country
I’ve started swearing a lot! Who knew Portugal had so many hills? Who knew I was so unfit? Who knew cycle compatriot AJ could be so patient? So much for a quick pedal to the Read more…