When I set out on my 120km Camino ‘pilgrimage’ (via ‘the way’ of St James) to Santiago de Compestala, I had no idea what to expect and nor, if I’m honest, did I really have a clear reason for doing it, other than it seemed like a good way to see that part of Spain and I secretly liked the idea of calling myself a pilgrim....
The question I have been asked on repeat during my travels is; “What has been your favourite place so far?" It is almost impossible to compare ...
I set off on this ‘golden gap’ adventure, knowing that I was looking for something, but unsure what that something was or where I would find it. Now, here I am, two and a half months in, sitting in a little hilltop town in Croatia, pondering if I am any closer to uncovering those answers that I set out to find....
The journey from Bhutan to Prague was quite the adventure. Twenty-seven hours, four countries, a thirteen-hour transit in Delhi, lost luggage and a complete humour bypass. I know I am short on sympathy credits, so I’ll spare you the sob story, but suffice to say that I felt like I had been cast in ‘The Terminal does Delhi’ and Tom Hanks might appear at any moment....
Bhutan flies under the radar, by design not default. It is mysterious, unspoiled, progressive and quirky. Full of enchanting contradictions and seductive charm and with a mythical status that belies its sagaciousness....
Nepal was a mixed bag for me. In my mind it was going to be all soaring peaks, Sherpas and prayer flags, but the reality, (at least in the places we visited) was quite different. The locals like to think that Nepal stands for ‘never ending peace and love’ … but I am not sold on that acronym....
It’s official. I am keyless … and not in a touch pad high tech kind of way. For the first time in my adult life, I do not possess a single key of any description....
Iam the girl who would be voted least likely to engage in any new age, woo-woo journeys of self-discovery which is why my newfound curiosity and eagerness to seek out alternative avenues of self-exploration, has taken even me by surprise....
I was ‘that’ baby that only a mother could love. I was fat and bald with a moon shaped face and a forehead so big that you could project a movie on to it. I was like a baby version of Bert Newton crossed withYoda....
I am in the eye of the perfect Nostalgia Storm. This week marks the last ever first day of school for my youngest kiddy-wink and the start of a long year of ‘lasts.’ On top of that I have begun the horrific task of ruthlessly purging 20 years of accumulated shite in preparation for my impending move....