Expedition Takes a Turn
I’ve passed through seven countries, met a list of inspiring individuals and learned a multitude of life skills… but now it has come to an end, just six months into my expedition from London to Australia.
Memoir
a glimpse into my monumental tales
The Water of Slovakia
Through my endurance and attempt to stay until the end of the ski season, I have accomplished but one thing. I am now a ghost in this abandoned hotel. I wait for quiet hours to eat, in an attempt to avoid other volunteers. It’s not that I dislike them, only that we are different. Different …
Slovakia: Bears, Wolves & Stupid
I was stoked to be in Slovakia. I’d had a great time in Bratislava and next, I would be spending a month or two on a ski-resort. Just a few problems; I was already one day late, my arse was on fire, and I had a five-hour journey to the High Tatras Mountains, Slovakia.
Boozy Bratislava
Bratislava. Where do I begin?
It feels so long ago now and I drank a lot of alcohol which of course we all know diminishes memories. Hmm.
Let’s start with my parting in Bavaria and move onto the partying in Bratislava, Slovakia.
Christmas in Bavaria
After my time in Hanover, I found myself neglecting my diary and frustratingly I knew the reason. Though it was Christmas season in Bavaria, Germany, so all was well.
Hysterics in Hanover
I hadn’t made money for two months and I was spending far more than I expected. I needed to make some cash. I finally had the opportunity… in Hanover.
Childhood Happiness
I often look back to my childhood to remember, to reminisce, to find a conclusion as to why or when I was happy. The happiest moments I remember were being around a campfire or riding my bike along the river, over bridges, feeling the breeze rush past me and stopping to eat blackberries. I now have the flexibility and opportunity to do those things again, but it just seems so… fatiguing. Why?
Settling into the Bavarian Countryside
I had to take the train from Passau to Pfarrkirchen to reach my next workaway. I was not so much nervous, but cautious of the workaway scheme. I’d spent a week in Galacia, Spain on my last workaway and it didn’t turn out the way I desired. I hoped this time would be better. I …
My First Birthday Travelling
It was time to move on to Passau, a small town on the edge of Germany, to celebrate my birthday and take a train to my next workaway experience in Bavaria.
Nuremberg to Prague
Arthur and I waited by the roadside a lot longer than we should have for our buses. We’d almost lost the warmth of the sun by the time they arrived. It was a damn shame to part ways with Arthur. We’d had a good laugh together and it would have been good to have travelled more with him. Maybe one day. Today, however, I was travelling to Nuremberg.