Posts Tagged: Solo Traveller

You speak Arabic don’t you?

Thursday 23rd July 2015 Landed. Much of what happens when I travel seems to play itself over as variations on a theme. Immigration. Two Arab officials chatting very animatedly to each other in Arabic. Like a practised dance he checks

You speak Arabic don’t you?

Thursday 23rd July 2015 Landed. Much of what happens when I travel seems to play itself over as variations on a theme. Immigration. Two Arab officials chatting very animatedly to each other in Arabic. Like a practised dance he checks

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow…

Night shift. One more to go. Life has been pants. Yes I said it. You heard me. It’s been pants. But tonight I am super excited – tomorrow I fly. Short and sweet – Dubai. To see my family. It’s

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow…

Night shift. One more to go. Life has been pants. Yes I said it. You heard me. It’s been pants. But tonight I am super excited – tomorrow I fly. Short and sweet – Dubai. To see my family. It’s

There is no back up plan!

It’s been a while hasn’t it?  It’s nice to be back.  My brain is slowly dissolving, I’d like to gain it back.  I let my mind wander to where my heart longs to be – away, somewhere, anywhere.  Anywhere but here.

There is no back up plan!

It’s been a while hasn’t it?  It’s nice to be back.  My brain is slowly dissolving, I’d like to gain it back.  I let my mind wander to where my heart longs to be – away, somewhere, anywhere.  Anywhere but here.

Road trip

‘Yesterday, I went for a massive drive.  It was a beautiful evening, and I just couldn’t go home and sit there and pretend to study. So I went. I was in that kind of mood where I couldn’t even listen

Road trip

‘Yesterday, I went for a massive drive.  It was a beautiful evening, and I just couldn’t go home and sit there and pretend to study. So I went. I was in that kind of mood where I couldn’t even listen

Humberto

I’ve been saving this one up, for a rainy day. Let me tell you about Humberto – what I imagine all grandfathers to be like, if you really got to know them. ‘Saturday 11th October 1920 Amsterdam time My flight from

Humberto

I’ve been saving this one up, for a rainy day. Let me tell you about Humberto – what I imagine all grandfathers to be like, if you really got to know them. ‘Saturday 11th October 1920 Amsterdam time My flight from