Everyone is fed up of the travelling stories. That story when Philippa took shrooms on a mountain in Vietnam and saw the world afresh. The holiday when Edward accidentally sold his sister for 26 camels and a mango. The time where Seb got his wallet stolen whilst flirting with a Thai girl and was left… Continue reading Untold stories…
12 months ago I left a strong, united, inclusive European country. In 4 months time, I hope I won’t have to return to a broken Britain, where nationalist vanity has led to the loss of everything which ever made it ‘Great’
If my artsy #Instagram snaps of derelict wooden houses and daily SnapChat stories of wild dogs haven’t already convinced you that Siberia is The Place To Be this season, here are 10 reasons why Siberia is the new Paris 1) You will always fit right in If your stubby western legs, size 12 curves… Continue reading 10 reasons why you should live in Siberia
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There is nothing a Brit loves more than a mild complaint, and however far I have travelled this year I am still very much British at heart (and on paper). So although my previous posts have been mostly praising of the bizarre and wonderful land which is Siberia, I have been…
It sparkled like no snow in England has ever sparkled; pure and untouched by centuries of pine smoke, rusty road grit and exhaust fumes. It stilled the birds and hushed the groan of daily life with its silent confidence of belonging. Leaving the airport to the symphony of rolling suitcase wheels and loud crashes of… Continue reading Siberia.
Paper and pens. The only tools linking the post-modernist stick family scribbles of a 2 year old and the internationally appraised literature of Willy Shakespeare. For me they have been my everything and my nothing; instruments of torture when my year 3 teacher forced me to hold my pen “correctly”, symbols of my annual attempts… Continue reading Writing for writing’s sake
98 days. 34.7kg of clothes. 5 flights. 2 ½ emotional break downs. 1 Czech phrase book. It was September 11th and ‘Central Europe’ registered a solid 1.2 on my cultural radar. Before stepping on the plane with the naïve hope that my new local Olomouc supermarket would stock baked beans and cheddar cheese, all… Continue reading Death, destruction and dictatorships