I knew it was a backpacker hotspot. I knew there’d be touts and tourists. But I went anyway, because some … Continue reading Beach bums and bohos.
Five. Five days of horns and engines and black snot and Old Monk rum. I didn’t hate it, but I … Continue reading How many days Mumbai, madam?
Things learned over three weeks backpacking Europe: Supermarkets. Tesco, Lidl, Aldi: all you need in life. Rainbow toe socks, mushy … Continue reading new tricks.
Two days wandering and I’ve yet to find Cork any different. I feared I’d glorified my memory of the place, … Continue reading Cork, still.
it begins. Or rather, it began. Two weeks ago, almost. I just haven’t produced any written evidence of it. Cork! … Continue reading it begins.