Don’t cry for me Argentina. I cry for you, or my memory of you!

Everyone I know who has been to Buenos Aires loves it. I loved it. My 2006 love affair with BSAS was fleeting, but deep. It was a place of seductive South American sophistication, of deliciously complex red wines and deep and entrancing conversations with world travellers looking for a little more of the developed world…

Into the wild.

I am genetically built to be a world-class hiker. I have Scottish and Norwegian blood coursing through my veins. I have lived with my large feet, solid legs and broad shoulders all my life, knowing that one day they would find their purpose. I am known for my grit and stubbornness and I can walk…

Race or rally?

After nearly five years of marriage I didn’t think I needed any further confirmation that my husband and I are polar opposites. This trip, however, has proven that we are officially from different planets! Maybe not Mars and Venus, but planets that generally orbit in a similar pattern and align occasionally, like an eclipse. I’m…

The missing puzzle piece

I was 22 when I found myself in Cambodia feeling overwhelmed and more than helpless as I walked the small town streets of Siem Reap, a little tuk tuk ride away from the towering ruins of Angkor Wat. The local people were still reeling from the devastation of Pol Pot’s reign and the scars of…

Learning to let go.

As a child, I used to wake my mum up in the morning and ask her what was for dinner. We would get to the park and I would ask her what time we would be leaving. We would get to dinner and I would ask her what time we were getting up in the…

A traveller’s high is hard to come by these days.

Today was a fist pump in the air kind of day. Three days in to the 9 month adventure and we conquered our first major hurdle. Purchasing all the bus tickets we need over the next 6 weeks in Mexico at the local bus station and only in Espanol!I felt like a seasoned campaigner going…