Journeying Off The Beaten Track into the Wild Dominican Jungle
This is a continuation (part 4) to the most ridiculous travel day in my history of travelling. You may wish to read the previous entries: …
This is a continuation (part 4) to the most ridiculous travel day in my history of travelling. You may wish to read the previous entries: …
I love hiring cars when I travel. There’s just something about the freedom that they offer that makes me feel alive. As my preferred method …
I stared back at the minivan with a look of startled horror. The silver bus which had carried myself and Lewis for over an hour …
I felt a knot of excitement develop in my stomach as land came into view outside my round plane window. I could see a roughed …
We trundled along the smooth tarmac and I stared hopefully out of the rear minivan window at the dark clouds that engulfed the sky around …
The departures board flashed red and I stifled a sigh. Delayed. Even worse, it didn’t say how long the flight was delayed for. The departure …
“We need to pull-over. I have so much sand in my pants.” Lewis complained. After being dragged around in the Caribbean sea by a huge …
Our khaki-coloured jeep trundled down the winding path to the notorious Sandy Lane Hotel. Vibrant green grass and tall trees surrounded the path, giving the …
Barbados has changed. Confused and dismayed, these were the words that thrummed through my head as I stood in a dusty carpark. Behind me were …
I woke up to our last morning in The Gambia. It had been a whirlwind trip. We had arrived on Wednesday evening for 3 nights. …