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So You Want to Volunteer in South America?

“I’m going to teach English in Ecuador!” This gleeful announcement was made to my dad in the summer of 2013, just three days after I’d flown back home to London from South East Asia. Still in the travelling mindset, I was already plotting my next volunteer move. Although it may sound like a spontaneous decision, the […]

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Saying Goodbye on the Road

One of the worst things about travelling is having to say goodbye. Whether it’s to friends and family when you first start a trip, or to the people you meet on the road who disappear from your life as quickly as they entered, it’s always sad making that inevitable farewell. And when you’re travelling by […]

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Dogs, Mozzies and Celebrity Siblings

Eyes bright. Fingers tensed. Adrenaline surging through a myriad of veins. “NO! Go away! Get out of here!” I swung my bag violently in mid air, my breathing thick and fast, squinting through the drizzling rain. It was 6.30am. The streets of Pai had only just seen the dawn. And I was locked in a […]

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A Snapshot of Southern India

The sand and salt are curling my newly short hair. My sunburn is pink and red in patches along calves and shoulder blades. The sound of the sea is full in my ears as I lean back in a wicker chair at the Juice Shack, perched on the cliffs of Varkala. For the first time […]

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Cycling in Bharatpur, India

Beggars, Bedbugs and the Back of the Taj

I always knew that India was going to be filled to the brim with tiny hands asking for food and painfully skinny women asking for money. What I didn’t expect was the intensity with which it’s thrust into your face. Rajasthan wasn’t that bad to start with, but things suddenly escalated in Jaipur, and it […]

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Jaisalmer, India: Coloured Powder, Camel Racing & Gandhi’s Watch

Going abroad is great. Within no time, you seem to have forgotten what day it is, and it doesn’t even seem to matter. Time begins to evaporate, and you’ll spend hours in a rooftop cafe, sipping a lassi, listening to the birds chirp and the dogs bark… Unfortunately, the difficulty with this disassociation between you […]

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