The coming of June means that I’ve been a professional travel blogger and writer for two full years now. WOW!
Hangin’ with Buddha in Vietnam
It doesn’t seem like that long ago I was graduating from university and everyone thought I was a bit mad because I wasn’t frantically searching for a graduate job like everyone else. I knew the world of office jobs and corporate politics was definitely not for me so I graduated and immediately became a full time travel blogger and writer.
No two days are ever the same as a travel blogger. Some days are spent sitting at my desk all day writing, emailing and keeping up with all the behind the scenes stuff that goes on, and other days are spent exploring new destinations, going volcanic caving, quad biking or staying in fairy tale castles. Read more
If you follow me on Twitter then you’ll probably have noticed that I tweet quite frequently about football (that’s soccer for my lovely American readers!). I love football and have done ever since I was little and I wanted to hang with my dad and brother while they watched it. I support two football teams, one from Scotland and one from Spain – Barcelona FC.
I watch pretty much every single one of Barcelona’s games during the season and for any boys out there who think girls are clueless about football, I’d be happy to prove you wrong and have a discussion about the offside rule, this summers transfer rumours or anything else football related! Read more
The Catalan Capital, Barcelona, is without a doubt one of my favourite cities in the world. Every time I visit I find myself falling more and more in love with the wonderful architecture of my favourite modernista buildings and the smatterings of Gaudí’s work that punctuate the city. I remember how much I adore the juxtaposition of the buzz of the city compared with the far more relaxed pace enjoyed at the beach. My taste buds perk up at the scent of tapas and jamon and I am constantly surprised by the different panoramic views across the sprawling city afforded from various different points.
I’ve visited Barcelona around ten different times – as an undoubtedly annoying 12 year old on a school trip, with family, as a cruise passenger, with friends, with my boyfriend, for work and also alone. I’ve had many readers ask (via my Facebook page, Instagram and Twitter) if Barcelona is a safe place for solo travellers. My answer? YES! Read more
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I LOVE packing! I’m a lover of being organised with most aspects of my life and packing is definitely one of them. I’m busy exploring Barcelona at the moment so what have I taken to the Catalan capital with me?
I’ve written a longer piece about what I pack for trips where I take luggage in the hold with me but this time I decided on carry on hand luggage only to avoid those pesky Ryanair fees for hold baggage (Ryanair, I know, so glamorous) and needed to stick rigorously to the 10kg limit. Luckily I’ve become quite the expert at packing light for carry on trips after recent escapes to Iceland and more with just my little suitcase. Read more
I have a confession to make. I’ve been keeping a little secret from you all…I’m going to Barcelona tomorrow! Woohoo!
You might be wondering why I’ve been keeping it a secret and there’s a pretty good reason for that, I promise. Read more
When I visited India last year I have to admit I left the country with incredibly mixed feelings about it. There is no doubt that it is a beautiful, natural country with many amazing things to do and see, which sadly I could only touch upon during my two week trip. I’ve written before about my favourite things about India and I stand by everything on that list. The colours, the animals, the food, the architecture and the landscape are all things I adored about India.
I was however, perplexed by the chaos of it all. The disparity between rich and poor is both shocking and alarming yet I find it hard to see how anything will be done about this anytime soon. The amount of slums, filled with little ramshackle structures barely the size of a two man tent, that I saw was something I’ll never forget. I won’t be able to get pictures of children begging on the streets, people defecating on train tracks and people sleeping rough on the busy city streets out of my mind anytime soon.
Before my trip I heard many people say that there’s no place like India and by the time my journey was over I really knew what they meant. Read more