Embedded in every human being is an instinctual terror of spaces that fail to stimulate our senses. When the woods go quiet. When we can’t place what we are tasting. Or can’t quite register what is crawling across our skin. But the greatest fear of all bubbles to the surface when we lack sight. As a curtain of clouds swallowed the view atop the Snub I marvelled at how suppressed that fear seemed inside of me. Was it experience or lack of it, which was generating this quiet confidence? Continue reading “The Snub: Hiking in Glen Clova, Scotland”
My lungs reduced to waterballoons. Calves set on fire. Flecks of snow turned to stray sparks across the skin. The wind icing my bones. The euphoria of looking out from flying lands. Beds of moss abounding. The sun a welcome friend checking in. Sips of water tickling my throat. Some harsh hiking this time around. Continue reading “Highland Hiking: Loch Brandy”
I marched to the nearest place to sit, the concrete biting my spine as I collapsed on the back steps of the mall. Clutching my knees as I fought back the tears threatening to spring free I looked up at the dying sunlight feebly reaching over nearby buildings.
“I just, I ju-sometimes I feel trapped!” I sputtered.
“There’s so much I want to see! So much of the world I NEED to see!”
I glanced at J who’d quietly settled down beside me. Behind a curtain of curls she whispered, “so you want to leave me?”
Don’t volunteer abroad because you have time during a gap year.
Don’t volunteer abroad because you want to build your CV.
Don’t volunteer abroad because you want to travel too.
Why volunteering abroad is largely nonsense. Continue reading “Volunteering abroad: a message to youth”
Wobbling slightly on tiptoes I lifted my head as high as possible to take in the sight before me. The street stretched wide ahead and narrowed to my left. On the walls of stout harbour homes a glow grew in strength and height. It slid across the white walls, heralding the arrival of the Stovehaven Fireball Swingers. Continue reading “Stonehaven Fireball Swingers: Hogmanay”
“I’m going to take a shot and label it One Hour Later,” I joked as I lifted my camera over the chattering, shuffling crowd. I nervously glanced at my friend, an international student studying in Glasgow, to see if my wry humour was helping break up the wait. I knew we’d have to stand around a bit between getting our ticket, then our torch and finding a good spot in the torchlight procession… but I’d imagined an hour of relaxed banter interluded by munching savoury, greasy food in the comfort of a booth in one of the many pubs lining the Royal Mile of Edinburgh. Like last year. As a newly minted veteran I’d felt prepared. But this event was a whole different beast altogether.
I think deep down transportation has always been my favourite aspect of travelling. My earliest travel memories are of the looming noses of planes, little windows with atmospheric wonders, cars — a constant from home — rumbling along through alien landscapes and subway trains being spit out of tunnels. When I think of Bangkok, motorcycle taxies — the little worker-ants of the city — often surface in my memories. However, after exploring the National Museum of Royal Barges my imagination has been chewing on thoughts of parading down the rivers surrounded by the golden boats of the kingdom. Continue reading “National Museum of Royal Barges: Bangkok, Thailand”
Hi guys! As it’s International Photography Day today I thought I’d put together an impromtu collection of my 20 favourite pics from my travels! Let me know if you have a favourite and I’ll send you a high resolution version of it for your phone, homescreen or wall!
There’s something extremely enticing about dropping into a place without knowing anything about it. Everything is new, exciting. Every blink you make, every breathe you take, every move you make (wait isn’t this a song?) will immerse you in a new experience. Some people like the thrill of adapting, others are just sick of the mundane feeling of being stuck in a cycle. Whatever the source, more often than not going into a new culture or climate without any prior information will land you in trouble. Here are 8 reasons why you should research a place before you go: Continue reading “Research your destination: 8 reasons why”