I'd already considered myself a fairly savvy traveller by the time I arrived in Thailand. After all, I'd lived in Asia for over a year and had just spent three weeks making my way around poverty-stricken Cambodia. It's amazing how your naivety and vulnerabilities seem to stand out like a beacon when . . .
Somewhere along the way, I became somewhat of a national park collector. That's not to say that I'm opposed to other parks: state, provincial, municipal. But, I know that national parks are a reliable bet for sampling the-best-of-the-best landscapes during short stopovers in particular areas. With . . .
I can't stop poking at the metal cup holder in my table. The waitress turned it on a few minutes ago and it's now icy around the rim. I scratch at the thin layer of white frost and it peels off in spirals. I can't decide if I like it: it keeps my beer cold, but now I don't want to hold the glass for . . .
Recently, I've been thinking about my first winter in South Korea. It was cold and I was unprepared. The other thing is, when you work with young children, you tend to get sick. They are pretty gross. They don't wash their hands and they touch everything. Sooner or later, you will catch . . .
I’m about to be very real here. It’s not a story of excitement and adventure, or the type of travel to be jealous of, but the story of weak moments and slight embarrassment. My year in Korea was brilliant as it was devastating. It was my first time away from home, and it took me a few months to . . .