Sail
Metamorphasis
I’ve walked on water and soared through the air. I’ve been a child. And once or twice pretended to adult. A student. And a teacher. A roaming vagabond. And a purposeful life liver. I’m Read more…
I’ve walked on water and soared through the air. I’ve been a child. And once or twice pretended to adult. A student. And a teacher. A roaming vagabond. And a purposeful life liver. I’m Read more…
Passion. Purpose. Finding your way out of life’s jungle while simultaneously wishing to lose yourself in it. Which way do you turn? When do you fight? When do you take flight? Is life really a Read more…
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…
“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…
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…
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…
I’m staring at a blank page and it acts as a mirror to my life! Here I am sat in Amsterdam wondering what to do next… Where do I go? What do Read more…
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…
I’m one of the wealthiest people in the world! That may sound strange coming from a Part Time Professional Gypsy, but it’s undeniable true. (No matter what my bank manager might say) It all comes Read more…
“What are you doing in October?” I wasn’t sure. I’m never sure. But I’m always open for suggestions, inspiration, and adventure. As I sat peddling my newest [t]rusty steed (a 27+ year old Parkpre mountain Read more…