“This way for drinking!” A rousing cheer went up from the surrounding seats of our hire coach. Nomadic Matt led the party stumbling down the steps as we landed, one by…
Flora
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The last six months have been rather eye opening for me. I’ve gone from blogging to an audience consisting mainly of my friends, to blogging with a growing awareness that a…
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“Volete più vino da bere?” The man with the wine gestured to my glass. I looked up. Blearily. “He wants to know why we aren’t drinking,” my friend said, half-heartedly, from…
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If you’ve ever been anywhere with me, whether its all the way to India or just on a night out in Norwich, you’ll know I normally have a camera somewhere on…
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I’ve been back at home in London for almost two weeks now. It’s been a definite shock to the system: after six months and fifty different beds, I’m back on my…
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Those of you who’ve read my blog for a while may have been slightly disappointed at the lack of weird adventures of late. I’m sorry, guys – I’ve been trying, honest! Truth…
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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,…
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“Look at your legs!” The impeccably dressed Thai woman looked up at me with sheer incredulity. She had her hand up my trousers, which were pretty damp around the cuffs. Cheers,…
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One day, we go to visit Grandma. Grandma is 98, small as a child, and sits on a woven daybed covered by a tin roof, knees pulled up to her chest.…
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Mama is watching the hole for red ants, chewing on a lump of betel nut. She bends down to try a lift a log, buried upright, deep in the ground. She…