Travel stories for freedom chasers
Initially, I had intended to leave England to travel the world in March 2013. My contract at my current job ends on February 28th, so I decided I would work until then and set off a couple of weeks later. Since then though, things have changed. At the beginning of November I went for a drink after work and ended…
A New Year always feels like an opportunity. The last days of December are slow, tired and overfull, good for nothing but sleeping and leftovers; whilst January dawns fresh, crisp and clear, a month of beginnings, resolutions and promise. I feel the urge to clean, cleanse and clear; to purge extraneous and unnecessary clutter from my life and begin again….
A lot about travel is unglamorous – the bugs, the hostels, the lack of shampoo. Part of the fun is letting go of material possessions, living with only what you can carry on your back and learning to re-prioritise experiences, places and people over the obsession with accumulating ‘stuff’ that dominates the consciousness of many Western cultures. That said –…
Waiting to travel is tough. You’ve made the decision to go, you’ve researched the countries you want to visit, the sights you want to see and the perfect backpack – but for the moment, logistics (and probably more importantly, lack of funds) are against you. You’re stuck in limbo, wanderlust ignited with no-where to go for the next few months….
On Friday I will turn 25. I am greeting this event with fairly mixed emotions; on the plus side, I will no longer have to worry about the currently quite terrifying unemployment statistics for under 25’s. On the other hand my Young Persons rail card expiring is a bit of a downer. I’ve found 24 to be a bit of…
A couple of weeks ago, Sutty turned 30. And he could not have been less excited about it. Now I know that it’s a bit of a landmark, generally an age which causes introspection and life re-evaluation and a certain amount of ‘oh holy shit’ realisation that you are, in fact, an adult; but it’s still a birthday. We take…
The Scottish are good at meat. They are good at cooking it, and they love to eat it – this is after all a country that offers minced meat and offal stuffed inside a sheep’s stomach at breakfast. This Friday’s post, then, is dedicated to the best meaty meal I could find. Strolling around Edinburgh on Monday lunchtime, Sutty…
