The immigration officer is polite and apologetic but what he’s asking doesn’t change. “Please, miss, I’m going to have to ask you to disembark.” Continue reading “Last Legs: Gap Year Week 36”
The coastal road takes us south past the cliffs of Dalmatia. The sea peels away from us in deepest blue as our bus rounds mountains creeping higher and higher. Continue reading “Time and Tourism: Gap Year Week 35”
When we’re stuck in a traffic jam leaving Ljubljana, hugging a highway curve along with hundreds of other annoyed cars, I send a picture of our next destination to a friend of mine.
damnn, he texts. it’s like something from tolkien Continue reading “Mountains in the Mist: Gap Year Week 34, Part 2”
It’s strange to say of a trip I’ve been looking forward to and planning for more than a year now, but I don’t want to go. I am worried, I am homesick, I am stressed, I am already counting the days back to London. Getting on the Eurostar, I feel like I’m just going through the motions. Show ticket, show passport. Sit down. Plug in earphones, click on the travel just-setting-off playlist I’ve been preparing for months now, only having listened to those songs over and over they now ring tinny. Continue reading “Backpacking Beginnings: Gap Year Week 33”