I am the nomadic mongrel, I think the name says it all.
I live to travel, I am constantly feeling the urge to travel, like a bird feels the need to migrate. I am a Brit, of Irish, South African decent. So I believe this urge is genetic.
I love the carefree life of travel, going when you want to where you want. I have seen some amazing places, met amazing people and I want to see more. The world is a book and to not travel is read the first page, but no more.
I hope to write my stories, in the hope to inspire some, help others and hopefully receive both in return.
Please if you read my blog, leave a comment, especially if you think I would be interested in your blog!
Travelling is about meeting people and sharing stories, well I can't do that all year round, so for now this place shall have to suffice!
May 8th 2013
So I've just finished reading two pretty incredible articles on a subject which is quite close to my heart. Reverse culture shock. I've been around and been to some pretty incredible places, Brazil, Indonesia, Singapore, Zambia and Kenya. That's just to name the real exotic ones and the ones which are probably closest to my heart. Coming back from these truly amazing experiences changed me and every time people around me would remark on it. Africa taught me to be more respectful of what I had, Brazil gave me a more heightened awareness of things around me (I still religious check my shoes before I put them on - dam spiders) and my current trip to Asia is teaching me new things all the time, which i won't truly appreciate until I leave. However, the biggest ... read more
April 22nd 2013
Alright. So this blog is not going to be as detailed as I would have liked. Too much time has passed and my memories of this amazing period of my life are nothing but beautiful clips of what they were. There was so much to remember I am at a struggle to bring it all into a chronological order. Upon leaving Burgos (for the second time) we headed on towards our next major city, which was Leon. I really can't remember too much between these two cities. Only that I was in the most excruciating and constant pain. My knee was in a seriously bad way, looking back I have no idea how I made it. It took a good year before it was even remotely back to what it used to be, and even now ... read more
April 15th 2013
Travel is an unusual business. Its full of mystery, happiness and most painfully, farewells. If there is a bad part to travel, it is that there are farewells far too often. Between my last blog and now, we said goodbye to a teacher who had cut her contract short to return home to her family. It was a sadder farewell than I can remember in my travelling days, because I had grown to depend on her, like the others in our little teacher family more than most other travelers I've come across. As one of the others put it, we depend on each other out here. We get along or we fall, we need each other to survive, to help us through the hard times and really get through. So to see her leave, left an ... read more
March 10th 2013
High to low. Thats the only way I can describe the last 24 hours. It's been a real rollercoaster and something of a real first for me. So let me explain, the high: well the 9th of March was quite possibly one of the most amazing days of my travelling career, currently in Jakarta, myself and my two new housemates, Viv and Angelica decided to go down the train tracks, a short ankot from where we live. The train tracks are basically the slums of Jakarta, but they are a beautiful place and I really loved my day here. The kids followed us and we took photos and even played some badminton. It really was a perfect day and for me, I got to see the Jakarta that I wanted to see. This was all followed ... read more
March 7th 2013
Well it's been a long time since I last posted anything on this website and for good reasons. It's been a long since odd months since I last left the UK and during this time I've undergone a couple of massive changes. Firstly, I am no longer doing an MSc in Evolutionary Biology and I am now an English Teacher in Jakarta Indonesia. Pretty drastic huh? Jakarta has been described to me as a city which is difficult to love and I can totally see why. It's a massive contridiction in terms of Muslim values and Western institutions, it just doesn't make sense. Yet despite the smog, high buildings, poverty and unpredictable weather, it is a place I can feel myself falling in love with. The tree which grow almost everywhere help you forget that you're ... read more
August 26th 2012
Well hey one and all! So I guess, its about time I wrote about the third and final country I visited in my little Baltic jaunt. When I last wrote, I was just leaving Riga, following a girl as so many before have and so many after me will. Well I have never and probably will never meet Delila or Lysa again. Pretty sad thought I guess, but actually, I am quite happy about this. You see, now I have this memory, this perfect moment totally etched into my head. I never, ever want to ruin that. Because now I know, that what I am doing is right. So Vilnius, well truth be told, my mind wasn't as open to this city as I wish it had of been, I got there and I was pretty ... read more
July 12th 2012
So from Tallinn I arrived in the beautiful Riga. Well, it wasn't beautiful at first, truth be told after two nights I was seriously considering leaving the place and moving on. Thank god I didn't. So me being me, I am not exactly the best planner when it comes to travel, ok, scratch that, I just don't plan. So the night before I leave for Riga, I just book a hostel. Problem, when I come to Riga, I have no idea where it is, only that its close to the bus station! When I go to the tourist info, I just go "Hey, so I have booked a hostel, I don't know the name... or where it is! All I know that it is near the bus station." Needless to say, she wasn't impressed, however potentially ... read more
July 10th 2012
Hi all. So this is my most recent little excursion from Britain. Pretty tame to be honest this time around. A little saunt to the European neighbours over in the Baltics. This trip was a little different to the trips I am used to, it is pretty much city based and for the first time I am left pretty much to my own devices. Ironically my only real concern before going was that I wouldn't enjoy the trip as much, owing to the fact there would be a reduced amount of countryside in it. On the whole, I need not of been concerned, but certainly there were days I pined for the wonders of a tropical forest or African Savannah, or even the hills I walked in Spain. So I flew into Tallinn from Dublin. I ... read more
July 10th 2012
So as I left you last. Me and Serina had just spent two lovely nights in Burgos, we had basically said goodbye to Laurie and Roger, but hoped to catch up with Jenna at some point. So after a day of rest, we decided we would leave early and have a nice calm walk to the village of Hornillios del camino. I can remember putting my shoes on and thinking something doesn't feel right. Well the walk out of Burgos confirmed this to me. Now I had just spent the last day and a half in flip flops and no backpack. so I was giving my knee almost no thought at all. Putting it all back on was sending a constant sharp pain down across my right knee. By the time I reached halfway to Hornillios, ... read more
May 1st 2012
The Way of St James. This is the start of my third, most recent and also most challenging adventure to date. Unfortunately due to time restrictions, we weren't able to start in ST Jean pied de port. I do regret this, however the trip was regardless, amazing. The start of this trip, was a coming together of months of planning, practise and excitement, me and my partner Serina, flew into Santander from Frankfurt Hahn where we had been relaxing ahead of the trip. From there we caught a coach to Logrono, where naturally, we feasted in celebration of the trips beginning, in the capital of Spanish tapas. We awoke the next day, around 4am. Our idea was to walk during the cool of the morning, in hope of not being completely boiled by the midday sun. ... read more