I fly tomorrow. In exactly 24 hours. A little known fact: I have never been more scared about anything, ever. Itinerary: Take each event as it comes, do not think too far ahead. For now, I am just going to an airport………. Nothing scary about that.
As you may have read in my earlier post, I am volunteering at Sepilok orang-utan sanctuary in Borneo next year. Fundraising is well underway. I pledged to walk 87 miles of the South West Coast Path from Bude to Chapel Porth, Cornwall, in 5 days. And I did it! Well…. almost. My friend, Amanda, was coming … More From Bude to Chapel Porth: 87 miles in 5 days
When I first spoke up about my plans to travel, a multitude of people tried to talk me into, rather than quitting, taking a sabbatical; an extended period of planned, unpaid leave, agreed upon with your manager under the contractual obligation that you return to work after a determined time-frame. Awesome, right? Wrong… …For me, I … More Sabbatical vs. Quitting, AKA: Jacking it all in
As you may have gathered from a previous post, I booked my flight. I leave on Bonfire Night. November 5 at 22:30. Heathrow to Bangkok. One way. New chapters start here. ‘Make the choice adventurous stranger, strike the bell and bide the danger or wonder ’til it drives you mad, what would have happened if … More The Countdown Begins…
So I moved in with a child. Why?! You might ask. Because location was class, rent was a steal and it’s only for two months. Why?! I am asking. Repeatedly. I am terrible with children. I totally underestimated how hard it would be and how I would have to compromise my personal and social life … More Home-sweet-Home?
For the longest time I didn’t want to tell you, I have decided to re-plan my route. Initially, I was due to start in Japan: Tokyo to Kyoto, Okinawa, Osaka. Fly on to Seoul, South Korea and then to China. Spend a month in China, trekking the Great wall, perhaps even hit up Mongolia and … More A Change of Plan…
After being followed home last night through my local part of Bristol by a man who kept apologising and insisting “he is a good guy” (somehow seems less sincere after you try to grab someone from behind who is minding their own business walking home), I was sent into my old trusty default state of … More Street Smarts
Jet-setter Jones 