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DAY 38: The Road to Santiago
I pulled on my trusty blue and grey hiking socks one last time in the jet black darkness of the Albergue. I stuffed my scarlet red sleeping bag into its case and fit it expertly into my backpack automatically, my hands accustomed to the art of packing. I tied myRead More
DAY 33: The Last Blacksmith
A charcoal grey puffball of a cat glared at me diabolically from behind the enclosure of a window. His eyes bore into my shadow and gleamed devilishly as if he had just told us his nefarious plan to take over the world. The flash of my phone camera surprised theRead More
DAY 32: The Enchanted Forest
The chilling dawn fog swept through the tent as I unzipped the door. The brittle wind invaded our little sanctuary, sweeping any warmth we’d had previously, away in one fell blow and stinging my skin in the process. It. Was. Freezing. I hurriedly ran inside the warm sanctuary of theRead More
Day 24: A Walk to The Twilight Zone
“Bring Ring!” The musical chime of bicycles made us all look up from the breakfast we were eating under the coveted shade of a regal oak tree and wave. In front of us, four figures waved enthusiastically back, and we called out goodbyes in our best Spanish and then watchedRead More
Moscow’s Hidden Stories
We skidded our way across the ice to the base of the towering sombre statues of Cyril and Methodius, the founding fathers of the Russian Cyrillic Alphabet. It was here at their stone feet that our free tour of Moscow was about to commence. Every place we go carries withRead More
The Five Hour Night: Our Embarkation to Australia
I can feel the adrenaline electrifying my skin as we pull into the rent-a-car carpark and step out into the chilling night air. It is only 7:30 pm on this Spanish night but the sun has long set, and it is only the glowing orange lights of Alicante Airport thatRead More
Spring Break in The Bahamas… Family Style!
It was just after we had returned from our six month South American odyssey to the US, that we awaited Grandma’s arrival at Miami International Airport Terminal or MIA as it is known. We were trusting that Grandma wasn’t MIA (Missing-in-Action), as we looked desperately to catch a glimpse ofRead More
