50-something solo tripster
So here’s the thing. Those of you who know me will be aware that that as well as never shutting my f*cking mouth, I am also a prolific writer. And those of you who know me very well will also know that I have written rather a lot of rubbish in some shape or form for moreContinue reading “Travel blogging bullsh*t”
I’ve always thought that my love for travel began when I was 12 years old when I went to Athens for the first time. But I’ve recently realised that it started long before that. So long ago that I don’t even remember. In fact, I think it’s always been part of who I am. And that’s becauseContinue reading “Where I got my love for travel”
At this very moment in time I am holed up in my kitchen in my teeny tiny little doll’s house while the few windows and doors that are still intact are rattling crazily in the force 10 gale that is tearing through he place. Yes, I’m having double glazing fitted slap bang in the middleContinue reading “Rain supreme: how to deal with bad weather on your trip”
After my recent belly-button gazing, and wailing and gnashing of teeth, I thought I’d better get back on track. The main purposes of this thing I write are to tell it warts and all about what it’s like travelling solo as a middle-aged woman and to inspire others to do the same. So let’s put our practical headsContinue reading “Where to go as a first-time solo”
So Long! 