Travel-writer. Adventure seeker. Risk Taker. Story teller. Info sharer.
Far too often we frame our actions and our thoughts.
That’s what’s led me to creating this page – solely dedicated to the raw diary entries I’ve written when I’ve traveled.
Enjoy!
I'm currently sitting in Jardim Botanico da Universidade Lisboa. I was on my way back from a little outing with American Davey (a guy I met at a Couchsurfing meetup)...after having our ritual-pastel de natas (custard tarts) and sitting in a Melbourne-like café, sipping on the best coffee I’ve had in Europe so far while [...]
Right now I’m telling myself – “you’ve only got one more week left. It’s not long”. I’m getting to the point now where I am struggling a little bit with the dynamics of this work ~ mainly the prejudicial, ‘old man’ mentality. It’s hard for me to describe, but I think you will understand when [...]
The past 3 weeks have literally been so crazy, dramatic, unexpected and difficult. Let's just say challenging. I'm currently sitting in a pub/cafe drinking a delicious espresso in the small village of Aubeterre, probably about 5-8 kilometres from the vineyard. So much has happened that I don't know where to begin. But I'm taking the [...]
I thought I was done with Workaway forever when I was in Colombia. I truly believed the organic farm was the last one...but there was something drawing me into doing another one in France - I think it was my burning desire to see the countryside ~ because everyone I knew seemed to go only [...]
21 June 2019 Cities are just not for me anymore. Ok it's a very shallow statement but to me, metropolitan cities are just full of consumerism...I almost see Paris as a city filled with hedonism ~ all the buildings are so beautiful, the food is wonderful, there are bars on every corner, pastries too, beautiful [...]
Written when I was on a bus from Paris to Poitiers, towards my next Workaway. Have you ever been traveling and thought to yourself ~ "I've had enough. I just want to go home now!" To be honest, I've been relatively happy plodding along through my travels and hopping from country to country, bed to [...]
Portugal wasn't on my itinerary... At least until summer. It's strange how one decision can change everything in your destiny. If I waited for a little longer for my friend to reply, I wouldn't have booked a hostel in Barcelona. If I didn't stay in Barcelona, I wouldn't have met Mr Zen (see my last [...]
