The train into Switzerland
Oh my god the colours…
The turquoise water, the blinding green grass, it’s almost unsettling how pretty it is. Almost artificial
Read more "The train into Switzerland"travel writing
The blue sky blues
I’m in Cinque Terre at the moment, an insanely beautiful series of coastal towns joined only by harsh, winding hilltop walking trails (and trains, but shhh that’s not as cool.)
Read more "The blue sky blues"Staying in hostels, a story for awkward weird travellers
The internet says that you will always find someone to talk to in a hostel. The internet says it’s the easiest thing in the world, even if you’re socially awkward, even if you’re an introvert. You’ll never be truly alone, they say.
Read more "Staying in hostels, a story for awkward weird travellers "Moving Moods
A few days of my life recently were mostly just cycling. Endless, painful, boring cycling.
Read more "Moving Moods"The Stowaway
It was only the second time I’d flown alone, but already I felt careless and free. Normally the idea of chatting to a stranger would be terrifying, but this wasn’t normal. I was on a plane, heading somewhere different, alone. If I was brave enough to get on the plane in the first place, I would sure as hell be brave enough to talk to a stranger for a little while.
Read more "The Stowaway"A place I’ve been
The ocean, visible behind the plaza, stretches out endlessly, a shifting background of perfect blues that never quite settle. The world looks so big from here, or the ocean does at least.
Read more "A place I’ve been"