“To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.” ― Bill Bryson
But I can't put it all down to pure misfortune. It's most probably brought about by my baseless belief that everything will probably work out okay and not really preparing for the possible (read: inevitable) fallout when plans don't come together as expected.
From the many almost missed planes and the misplaced bikes, to the camping mishaps and the countless moments wondering desperately how I am going to get myself out of the latest strange scenario.
But this stuff happens to everyone, right? Right??
Some of the pieces I write could be considered guides, others are simply stories but these are the mishaps. Over the years I've learned to see the humour in it all and I hope you do too.
With less than two days in Mykonos, we had the odds stacked against us. But I was intent on seeing four beaches in one day. And I did. Kind of.
When a local recommends you spend your first evening in Mykonos enjoying a sunset cocktail in Little Venice, you know exactly where you'll be when the sun goes down. Probably...
I almost missed my flight from Luton Airport to Amsterdam due to sheer carelessness. This leads me to introduce my latest guide: How to get to Luton Airport.
I originally considered an alternate title: ‘The Otways would be lovely if I weren’t a fool’ -- but it really is far too lengthy and way too accurate.
A frantic adventure, an epic conclusion. Alls well that ends well. Thank god.
The harrowing tale of one individual rising up against the odds and her eventual success. I call this story: ‘How I loved, lost and retrieved my friend’s bikes from the Fietsdepot while gallivanting in Amsterdam’