Solo travel standstill

Apparently, exactly one year ago today I was in Bratislava all by my little old self.

It’s just dawned on me that I haven’t actually been on a plane on my own since then.

Yep, that’s right, with the exception of a couple of teeny tiny tripettes, my solitary sojourns have gone right up the spout.

And that isn’t about to change any time soon.

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So Long 2018 – my year in photos

Well, I have to say, it’s been quite a year – solo travel and otherwise.  Despite taking a large chunk of the spring and summer off to invest some time and money in my brother’s wedding, I still managed to make it to seven countries, five of which were new ones.

I’m the first to admit that there have been some horribly low points – hating myself to the very core in Montenegro, fracturing my ankle in London and wondering what the actual fuck I had done during my first hour in Korea – but despite the trials and tribulations it’s been another terrific set of trips which I wouldn’t have missed for the world.Continue reading “So Long 2018 – my year in photos”

Making the most of Mostar

My nerves are in shitting shreds.

What if I’ve not done my research properly and I’m not allowed in without a visa?

What if they decide they don’t like the look of my fucking fugly face?

What if I get kicked off the bus and left at the border all alone without my bag and with no clean knickers?

What if I’m interrogated and I give the wrong answers and no one speaks English and I end up in prison?

What if…..? 

WHAT IF…..???!!!

I’m crossing the border from Montenegro into Bosnia and Herzegovina and I’m pooping pebbles, to say the least.

You see, land borders are somewhat unfamiliar to us Brits.  We live on an island.  We fly or sail between countries.  When travelling in mainland Europe we are waved right through.  Sometimes we don’t even notice when we go from one country to another.  We take it for granted (which is ironic, given our fuckforsaken country’s situation right now – but let’s save that rant for another day, eh?!).

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