Baghdad. Syria. Paris. Istanbul. Dhaka. Brussels. Ouagadougou. Cameroon. Lahore. These are only some of the places where unspeakable acts of terrorism have taken place over the last few months. Go back just two years and you can add Sydney. Quetta Airbase. Kano. Baghdad. Jalalabad. Egypt. Kabul. And so many more.
Tag: solo female travel
travel essay: hiking mount taranaki
I crawl out of bed in the grey dawn light and make my way to the kitchen. I’m about to attempt hiking Mount Taranaki, near New Plymouth, New Zealand, with my friend Dan. We are both hikers, but Taranaki is a strenuous hike and the weather doesn’t look great. Dan is already up, his leaving…
life, dunedin style
Ask and you shall receive, they always say. People have been wondering what I’m up to. You all know I took a nice long road trip out of Paihia to Auckland, but I sort of stopped the story there. You see, my plans were vague. I didn’t know what I was doing. I was tagging…
what no one told me about travelling in my thirties
The other week, while mindlessly scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed, I came across this status from a new friend: “So this girl just got accepted into med school, and here I am, living in a trailer park in my tent and washing the one pot I own with a soap bar…” It was a complete…
reflections on a life with travel
During my recent blog switch over, I spent a lot of time going through older posts and either reworking them or turning them into drafts to play with later. Since this blog dates back to 2008, there were a LOT of posts to go through. In rereading them, I noticed a theme: while chronicling my…
if i had one ray of sunlight to hold in my hand
While rebranding, I opted to delete these older posts and repost them with photos. Many of these come from my year living in Scotland and the travels I had while there. This particular post hit home for me, even now. It deals with my struggles of self-acceptance, travel, plans, and life. What do I want…
in photos: raglan
I haven’t posted a photo essay in a while. I’m not sure why – I have plenty of photos. But I was scrolling through my library and came across these ones from Raglan. Enjoy 🙂
a far north road trip: part two
If you missed part one, check it out here! 🙂 I left Rob’s early in the morning after handing over the various things I still had – the torch, a book, a jacket. My first stop was just down the road: petrol and coffee.Then I went a further five kms down the road to Uretiti…
why i will never date a guy who travels
A while ago, I met a fellow traveller. We’ll call him Jay. Jay seemed very cool. A few years older than me, a traveler like myself. American. After a couple of days of chatting, I headed to the beach and set up camp next to him with my towel. I’d say we hit it off,…
travel essay: a love affair with the northland
When I first arrived in New Zealand, my plan was to spend time in Wellington. I wanted to get a job and make some money, then explore the North Island, and finally head South. I wanted to spend the majority of my time in this country on the South Island. I’ve been there. I knew…