I’m a first-time volunteer at Iceland Airwaves. Standing in a sweaty store cupboard, mere inches away from the main stage at Reykjavik’s Harpa concert hall, I hold up a green tee shirt…
October 2012
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I wandered down the catwalk-worthy thoroughfare of my airy London office. All around me, hard working fingers typed confidently onto shiny keyboards. The smell of coffee and Pret A Manger sandwiches…
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Driving through Iceland’s stunning landscapes, I chanced upon a field in the sun: a lone house breaking up the sky and the horizon.…
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When the TBEX conference and its accompanying blog trips finally ended, a part of me was dreading what came next. For most of September I’d enjoyed glamorous parties on beaches and…
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I'm ashamed to say that when I think of a Spaniard, I immediately think of the Mediterranean machismo type in a stretchy speedo, slinking around the sun drenched beaches of the…
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On a morning boat ride around the Indian island of Omkareshwar, we watched the women laying out their freshly washed saris, placing them carefully on the steps leading down to the…
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We stood, panting slightly, looking out over the pristine valley. Far off in the distance, I could just make out Girona’s cathedral spire, nestled in amongst the tree tops. “Just breathe…
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Being a bush “Which is when I said to the others, ‘We have to have Flora in the blog house! She’s like a great big bush of potential!'” Kate and I…
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In the midst of Kenya’s wet November weather, a passerby manages to keep dry with the most wonderful of classic umbrellas.…
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In the fierce heat of the midday sun, I wandered through the souks of Syria’s capital and spied a stall owner catching a quick nap among his antiques. NB: While the atrocities…