I had absolutely no idea what I was doing when I bundled myself out the door of my home country, pale and ill from the weeks of stress leading up to departure. My lack of enthusiasm was a paradox that had puzzled people as D-Day approached, assuming as they did that I would to beContinue reading “Bella, Master of Slow Travel”
I ponder being a minimalist while travelling and whether it matters that I have a lot of stuff
I’m a hardcore introvert. I’m also a traveller. In this post I reconcile these seemingly contrasting aspects of my life and give advice to fellow travelling introverts
Shit’s about to get philosophical around here so you’d better fasten your seatbelt, although you probably won’t need it because I’m a sensible driver.
Van life isn’t for everyone. I mean, nothing is really for everyone because, incredibly, there are people who don’t like ice cream… or sunshine… or time off work… or Birkenstocks… or any form of fun, apparently.