On the way to Ubud, our moped went through a ton of four-way junctions. Did a single one have a road sign? Of course not.
Pre-google maps, about 2 hours of driving guesstimating got us lost. Time to ask for directions.
Every single person said the same words, with a…
Don’t be fooled into thinking there’s such a thing as a 10 am bus in Indonesia.
A time + a bus does not exist.
We were told that the bus never leaves at a time; it leaves when it’s full. …
I watch outside the window, color void,
The only paint on the canvas is grey,
The sky, the clouds, the buildings, people — grey,
All wrapped up, frowning into wind, annoyed,
My town, much smaller now a stranger droid,
Indoors feels wasted, suffocating grey,
I want to go back home…
When I think of humour and satire on Medium, Courtney Burry is always the first name that pops into my mind. I’ve never read a piece of hers that didn’t make me laugh out loud. …
Up until this point, I’d only ever gone on holiday in Europe. Culturally different to the UK, yes, of course, but never in ways that made me seriously question my set of morals and ethics regarding traveling.
Nepal changed all that. It made me question myself and what it means…
As a travel writer myself, I’m a little obsessed with the topic. I’m a voracious reader of travel stories, and I love our community on Medium. There’s a hell of a lot of good travel writers out there, but now and then, you come across a great one.
Bali was the trip equivalent to the calm before the storm.
The place to chill out and compose myself for the sweltering bus pilgrimages, intestine demons, bang my head against the wall scams, and insistent hucksters yet to come.
Java and Sumatra were not going to be kind to us…
I first came across Glad when we worked together editing the incredible publication World Traveler’s Blog. She has been nothing but supportive, wonderful to work with and a true treasure in the travel writer community.
Not only a Medium editor but Glad is also a professor editor out there in…
I envisioned myself transforming into a graceful, slim, tanned boho goddess once I went traveling.
Floating about in hippy pants with golden skin shimmering with health from all the fresh fruit and lovely, local food. My long, slender limbs would be toned from all that swimming, hiking, and doing yoga.
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Dear Busan,
There once was a time I had never even heard of your name. It’s inconceivable to me now.
While completing my TEFL course in Prague, we hadn’t decided on a country yet, let alone a city. Should we choose Japan, China, or Taiwan? …
