Here we go again!
I hope everyone had an awesome Christmas and New Year, mine were very close to perfect, if a little hectic, so I'm really looking forward to the next three months of chilling out.
I'm sending you this from the snowy streets of New York where I begin the second leg of my travels. I arrived on Friday in a snowstorm outside…
I was 6 years old, on a flight to Kenya, when I realised I suffered from travel sickness. I felt a stirring in my stomach that had nothing to do with the turbulence of the plane.
The travel sickness I refer to is more permanent than momentary motion sickness and cannot be cured with a lie down and glass of water. I'm talking about a terminal case of the travel bug!
My travel sickness is an infatuation with a fresh horizon, a compulsion for culture, an addiction to adventure, and…
I was 6 years old, on a flight to Kenya, when I realised I suffered from travel sickness. I felt a stirring in my stomach that had nothing to do with the turbulence of the plane.
The travel sickness I refer to is more permanent than momentary motion sickness and cannot be cured with a lie down and glass of water. I'm talking about a terminal case of the travel bug!
My travel sickness is an infatuation with a fresh horizon, a compulsion for culture, an addiction to adventure, and a fascination for exploration.
And the cure? Being a black dot on the paper, cramming my discoveries through the nib of a pen and spilling foreign seas into script for your scrutiny. I wish to percolate the tourist bubbles of preconception, and make a positive contribution along the way by giving something back.
My medicine is hinting at the clandestine treasures of the unfamiliar to help contaminate you with the indisputable delight of true travel sickness.
Here we go again!
I hope everyone had an awesome Christmas and New Year, mine were very close to perfect, if a little hectic, so I'm really looking forward to the next three months of chilling…
