Packing for the First World
My first real independent travel was a half-year round-the-world jaunt, and I overpacked accordingly. From the bleak European winter to malaria in the Caribbean, I was equipped for every eventuality. […]
My first real independent travel was a half-year round-the-world jaunt, and I overpacked accordingly. From the bleak European winter to malaria in the Caribbean, I was equipped for every eventuality. […]
I arrived at my first Cuban casa particular at 3am, having just landed in Havana. Knowing I’d be arriving at a shitty hour, I’d made a reservation, but the streets […]
There isn’t really a bad view in Taxco. Its buildings are too white, its roofs too terracotta-tiled, its streets too cobbled, its plazas too crooked, its churches too Baroque, its […]
The wonders of Couchsurfing. With precious little time in Cuernavaca, I’d planned to arrive in the city and start rooting around for Malcolm Lowry relics. Instead I found myself heading […]
Wherever I went in Paraguay, people asked me what I was doing there. Sometimes it was a foreign couchsurfer temporarily living in the country, more often it was a local […]