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,…
Browsing Tag
backpacking
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“Make friends with your toes! Remember, there is no freedom in conflict! Now, hug the pillar and spread your legs!” Strange words to hear, certainly. Stranger still to hear them echoing…
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For the last few months, I’ve been steadily realising how much my hair annoys me. During the freezing London winter, it’s always too long, getting stuck underneath scarves or bag straps,…
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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…
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On the morning of my 24th birthday, I awoke to red ants crawling in my toothpaste and a broken toilet seat. I turned over and groaned; after a few days respite, my…
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A steaming glass sat in front of me on the kitchen table. I eyed it dubiously. The woman in the chair opposite had just poured a heaped spoonful of black powder…
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Having lived in London for most of my life, I’ve never been that enthusiastic about snow. Although the first fall looks picturesque enough, it only takes a few hours of trampling…