Surf's Up!
Confessions of a wanna be surfer
After a long goodbye to JL and Melbourne, I board my SAA flight and land 14h later in Johannesburg, South Africa; tired and stale, but in good spirits. I'm ready to experience something new, and the prospect of traveling through Africa for the next two and a half months has me excited. I'm greeted in the arrivals hall by my cousin VY . . .
'Straya
Observations on A Land Down Under
I just realized that I've left all of my pictures from my Australia trip on a hard drive tucked away with the rest of my worldly possessions back in London. As a blog is nothing without pictures, I'm going to skip ahead to my time in Africa and post about Oz when I get back home.
I also didn't take any notes during my . . .
Deep Blue Yonder
Into the Ether
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Taking a year off can be a scary thing, especially if you don't have a job lined up afterwards. My friend SS told me that the realization of this sabbatical wouldn't really hit me until the door closed on the plane and it's absolutely true.
Up until that point I was too distracted by everything going on. . . .
The Great Escape
Prelude to a Sabbatical
It's 4:43am and I'm in the Radisson in New Dehli, delayed on my way to Kathmandu and unable to sleep. Keeping me sane is this comforting mug of English Breakfast whose tea bag I'm having to split amongst two mugs in an effort to prolong its life as they've only supplied one. I'm tired, jet-lagged and not dealing well with . . .
