The boat wasn't big. It was a small dinghy with a motor, hand-painted the same shade as the ocean; not ideal should we encounter misfortune. This somewhat trusty steed was our transport to Vella Island, a small sandbar located one hour off the coast of Sri Lanka. The boat was shoved full of kitesurfing gear…
I have travelled in love, out of love, by plane, ferry, on the hump of camel – endless ways of getting from A to B and beyond in my life. Yet, when I come across the sunbed paperbacks that promise to cure the existentially erratic female solo traveller, I cannot relate.
When Elizabeth Gilbert wrote…
When I am travelling, there is one particular image that ignites a strong emotion of fullness and freedom within me. That image is of my tanned arm immersed in seawater as I float in the ocean. The sight causes my heart to burst with elation. When my bronze skin and the turquoise sea merge into…
Lingering incense from daily offerings wafted over the villa; the smell of Balinese air and fresh street food filled my nostrils. A breath felt how I would imagine dirt-flavoured candy floss to taste – instantly melting, topped with a spritz of motor oil and a dash of bug spray.
A muffled chorus of squealing pigs…
You’re in the bathroom flattening your hair at baggage claim. You pinch your cheeks for colour. You’re nervous to see her. You’ve come all this way for her, to give it a shot. Breathe in, breathe out. You throw your 8kg on your back and head out, grateful for the light load, but hoping one…