the journal

My first ever trip overseas as an adult was to Japan. If you’ve read any of my other journals and are familiar at all with my haphazard style of ‘planning’ (and I use that term loosely), it will come as a shock to hear that on that trip, I made… an excel spreadsheet. I know. […]

This story starts with an international licence. Or more accurately, a lack of one.  There are some experiences when travelling that make you sit back and say “Yep. Absolutely. This is what it’s alll about”. I’m talking… riding a rusty old pushbike to the beach in a sundress, being the sole customers in a shell-adorned […]