Travelling alone tests you. Itâ€™s shit at the time, obviously, but when you look back on it, wrapped in the warm blanket of hindsight, itâ€™s a beautiful thing.
I was in New York in August, 2014, at the end of the best three months of my life. During those three wild months I had visited Vietnam, Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, and had travelled the whole width of the USA. New York was the end of the line, and I was due to fly home in a couple of days. I was the most tanned Iâ€™ve ever been, my hair was long and curly and bleached by the sun, and I was horribly unfit after months of partying and boozy adventures around the world.
I realise I could have lied to you then, and made myself sound more charming, butâ€¦ meh. Continue reading
Iâ€™ve decided to begin a new series, focusing on cool people Iâ€™ve met while travelling. It doesnâ€™t matter where you go, how beautiful the beaches are, how cheap the beer is, or how golden the sunsets, if youâ€™re in bad company, youâ€™ll have a bad time. The people you meet out in the world are crucial to everything I love about travelling. Itâ€™s the people you meet that will change you, more than simply the places you visit.
So here goes. First up, we have Fernando Pacheco. Continue reading
With cigar chomping Fidel Castro at the wheel, Cuba has been defying the USA for decades without ever declaring open war. Both countries have imposed sanctions and trade blockades like they were going out of style, leading to a resource-strangled Cuba and a not-very-affected-economically-but-quite-embarrassed United States. It seems the CIA decided it would be a lot easier for everyone if Fidel was dead, and have poured a lot of time and money into attempts to make it so. Continue reading
Youâ€™ve got to keep your wits about you when travelling. Especially when you visit a poorer country, as a tourist you are a walking wallet. When the average local earns roughly a hundredth of your wage, you canâ€™t really blame them for occasionally trying to relieve you of a few coins. Iâ€™ve thrown together a few of the various backpacker scams Iâ€™ve come across on my travels. Iâ€™d love to say I was too witty and wily and outfoxed the devious local populace but… come on. Itâ€™s me. Iâ€™m a half wit.