Marie got into York! And we're in Barcelona, and I had my wallet stolen AGAIN, only this time it had my passport in it, and my interrail ticket, and my credit card, and now I'm faced with all sorts of niggly little conundrums like how am I going to still get to go to Greece? And India? And stuff like that, but it's all okay because I'm having an ( Read more... )

You know that regina lyric about planting bones in the ground? Well I was just reading the T.S. Eliot, and ( Read more... )

So here I am in FLORENCE, with just 24 hours left before I see my family again. I have missed them loads, but it's soo weird to think of being surrounded by familiar people and things again. I have got so used to waking up and thinking, "Okay so where am today again?" Yesterday morning brought an especially curious answer to this question when I ( Read more... )

Cheese, check. Bread, check. Vodka, check. Dostoevsky, check. Hearty Russian sausage, check. Chess board, check. Milka, check. Juice, check. Good, English-speaking company, check.
.. And Asia here I come!

Hello all! I have exactly 2 minutes, so proper update later but for now ( Read more... )

lic. Hokay so, here we go. I'm going to just paste most of an email I sent to my mum and then edit it because I have been in this internet cafe for ages and I need to go soon. Righty ho then ( Read more... )

My last post ended with a promise to make up to Hannah the anguish I have caused her with my long delay in sending by post what is rightfully hers. Here then is my attempt at said reconciliation ( Read more... )

I'm afraid I'm not coming to Manchester. I would have loved to but I'm leaving at 3 on monday morning so going all the way to Manchester for my last weekend in England would probably be pushing it a bit! But I'll be back just after Easter when you will all certainly be on holiday and so if it please you I shall see you all then. Monday though! Or ( Read more... )

Hm. My tea tastes like weed ( Read more... )

Miraculously enough, my gap year looks like it actually might happen. I leave for Istanabul on the 12th, my flights are booked along with the trans-mongolian express, my visa applications are being processed, the great turbine of the organisational machine that is my mind has begun to grind. My plans kind of stall when I get to Beijing- my ( Read more... )