I brought forty-six books home with me. And a pair of glorious heels and five packs of sweets, but ... forty-six books ... I feel like a proper bookworm. The check-in luggage weight limit was 23kg. I made it 22.8kg. I high-fived the check-in bloke and did not gush about Travel Panic, The Lift My… Continue reading // home again
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I’ve Returned. (Oh, And This Is How You Don’t Catch a Bus.)
Guess who has returned, life and sanity (possibly) intact? Yep! That would be me. I've learned quite a bit - how to survive beneath a boiling sun (lots of water, suncream and shade hopping), catch a foreign bus and a host of other Very Important Things. Oh, do you want to know how to catch… Continue reading I’ve Returned. (Oh, And This Is How You Don’t Catch a Bus.)
The Traveller Returns!
I had to give up several items of clothing, a pair of shoes and an hairbrush, but I did it; with only a handbag and a carry on case I brought nineteen books home with me. They* say that travelling broadens the mind and enriches the pen. They could be correct. As I looked out… Continue reading The Traveller Returns!
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