Research your destination: 8 reasons why

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”

Isle of Mull

Like any good adventure story exploring Mull and Lochaline had its thrills and descents. There were moments where I was gripping the seat before me so hard I feared I would pierce the fabric. Cliffs veered down to hungry waves and I quivered at the idea of skidding out of control. Memories of last winter’s car accident in Sweden ate at my nerves as I imaged a similiar scene here, but with a different ending. When we stopped and I spilled out onto the beaches, the ferries and the small patio of our borrowed cottage relief flooded in. Among the same scenes whizzing by only moments ago bliss was always patiently waiting. Continue reading “Isle of Mull”

Dogsledding in Bjorkliden: Video

When all the dogs were tied in place and we’d been settled into our positions on the sled I braced myself for the leaping take-off. I was ready to go flying across the snow, to speed across the lake like a goddess on the rampage.
Bump. Trottrotrottrot. My roller coaster was a kiddie ride? My speed demon a bicycle? Right ok, this is good too.
I leaned back and took in the scenery. The lake stretched out for miles. With the sun flaring across the ice it looked like another world. Maybe like Enceladus, one of Saturn’s moons… Except conveniently habitable. Continue reading “Dogsledding in Bjorkliden: Video”

International Women’s Day: Barbara from Hole In The Donut Cultural Travel

Welcome to the third post for the International Women’s Day series! Today’s post goes to Barbara from Hole In The Donut Cultural Travel!

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Thailand Revisited!

Are you travelling to Thailand and unsure of what to visit and experience? Here’s a quick video to help you on your way! If you spot something you’d like to explore further just click on the image below to go right to the post! There are also many, MANY places included in this blog that I didn’t get a chance to squeeeeeze into the video, so be sure to mosey around a bit for more inspiration! Continue reading “Thailand Revisited!”

Berlin: Reichstag Building VS Berliner Dom

“Whoa! Look at that glow! I’ve never seen it like this before!” I chatter, bouncing in place as the red signal glares across the street. Shadows are beginning to form at the bottom of the Berliner Dom.

“C’mon, c’mon.”

Green flashes and J laughs as I sprint across the stripes. Snap. Snap. Snap.

“I’m going to the top! I want to see the city lit by the sunset!”

Huffing up the steps while begging my legs to carry me to the top in time I dash onto the first layer of the viewing deck. Where’s the exit? Where? Where? Where? There! With a twist of the final doorknob I stumble into the sky.

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Edinburgh Torch Procession: Hogmanay

The sweet fragrance of wax wafted through the air, mingling with the smoke as it drifted up into the faded yellow sky. Everywhere pinpricks of light cut through the black: distant city lights, the delicate specks of fairy lights and the dazzling dances of flames flickering from 8,000 torches. The streets were on fire. Continue reading “Edinburgh Torch Procession: Hogmanay”

Tenerife: Siam Park

“I’m going first,” I demanded as J and I inched closer to the top of the tower and the entrance of the dreaded vertical water slide.

My owlet eyes gaped at the attendant as she unceremoniously folded arms over chests, checked to see legs were crossed and shoved people over the edge. Screams followed as each final flick of hair disappeared over the drop. I took a deep breath and marched to where she was seated. The water tugged at my ankles. I clutched the sides of the slide before whipping my arms across my chest as requested. Not even a glimmer of a smile of reassurance before she thrust me into the drop. I didn’t even have time to scream. Continue reading “Tenerife: Siam Park”

Tenerife South: They Call Me Mellow Yellow

“Oop pardon me sweetie. HEY SHERRY MOVE! SHERRY! MOVE! BAHAHAHA SHE WANTS TO GET BACK IN,” the boisterous, shrill voice of the woman flapping at her friend standing in the aisle granted me just enough of a gap to squeeze by, hop across J’s lap and into my seat. My opinion of the gaggle of ladies next to us was torn. They had brought the party to the plane. I definitely admired their ability to drink, shriek and guffaw for the entire four hours of the flight, but their party hour exuberance was wearing thin. Continue reading “Tenerife South: They Call Me Mellow Yellow”