“Not all those who wander are lost”
Inside me, there is a great and burning desire to see all the places of our wonderful world with my own eyes. To smell the smells, particular to that place and time, to hear the transient beings sharing the place with me and to feel some place else. Some place I haven’t been before, some place new and exciting, or calmer, more natural than my normal urban suroundings.
In short, I am a traveller – a not-lost wanderer. A traveller who loves to share stories of her adventures.
Interested? Read on and enjoy!
When I was twenty, I really, REALLY, wanted to go to Paris. I’d been there before with a friend and had loved it and here I was, seeing these train-tickets on a massive sale and nobody wanted to come with me! I felt lonely for a bit, but then my ...Read More
Paris, city of love. City of the best food in the world and city of blinding lights. City filled with meandering cobbled roads, filled with culture and the city we’ll always have. Paris is so great it has become a cliché to say so. I really should not like this ...Read More
A musing It’s been one of those days, again. One of those days where I kept reading stories written by and about world travellers; people following their hearts to where their feet lead them. One of those days of feeling the wind in my hair, the sun on my face ...Read More
Down, down, down again Turns out it is much (MUCH!) easier to get down from a volcano than it is to hike up it. Luke told us we’d take about 8 hours to get down, but with the help of a walking stick (OMG, I really need to get one ...Read More
Midnight wake-up call At 2 a.m. the alarm rings and I am not feeling at all well – not only because it’s the middle of the freaking night, but because my nausea is back. I try to fake a smile, determined not to let it show and succeed for a ...Read More
“So, after hiking for 7 hours we’ll go to sleep, get up at 2 a.m. hike to the top, see the sunset, hike down to our camp, have breakfast, hike down the volcano and up it again at which point we will sleep and hike down to the village for ...Read More
Let me start with a confession. The first time I heard of Ubud, was when I read Elizabeth Gilberts “Eat, pray, love”. And the first time I wanted to go to Ubud was when I saw the movie adaptation and Julia Roberts cycling through the greener than green rice paddies ...Read More
At six o’clock my alarm starts to blare and I think “no, I don’t want to go to work yet; I want to sleep”. I open my eyes to switch off the annoying sound and realise I am still on holiday and the alarm is going off because we have ...Read More
Our KL hotel told us the trip to Singapore would take approximately four hours, so we decided to take the 10 a.m. bus, thinking we would be in Singapore in the late afternoon, giving us plenty of time to discover the city, eat some amazing food – Michelin star hawkers! ...Read More
Kuala Lumpur was always going to be one of, if not the most luxurious parts of our trip. When Erik was first searching for hotels in this city of high rises, he found a hotel that boasts a swimming pool on the fifty-first floor overlooking both the Petronas towers and ...Read More