Travel Journal: Seville – Part 2
   As mentioned in my previous post, I simply did not know…
Internal Monologue of the Solo Traveller: Mother Earth on Mother’s Day
It’s Mother’s Day today. Well, it is back home in Australia. I’ve felt really quite removed…
The Internal Monologue of the Solo Traveller: The Dead Hours
“The Dead Hours?” I hear you say. It’s not a macabre notion, I promise. I’ve already written…
Sun, Songs & Solitude: Your Inner Songbook
I guess in essence this is another edition of ‘internal monologue of the solo traveller’,…
The Internal Monologue of the Solo Traveller: Denkmal
Have you ever considered the meaning of words in your mother tongue? Whether the words we…
Window of Opportunity: Reclaiming Power
Hands up if you feel the world is somewhat precariously balanced right now? Quite a…
What Happens When You Work With The Struggle?
What’s that I hear you say? Working with your struggle? It’s ok, I can…
The Internal Monologue of the Solo Traveller: Solitude
In this edition of ‘The Internal Monologue of the Solo Traveller’, I want to talk about how travelling solo actually makes me feel. How travelling on your lonesome shapes your experience of the places you travel to.
Loss: The Internal Monologue of the Solo Traveller
Loss is something that everyone goes through. Before I left to come to the…
In the Land of Thatch, Tea & Inner Tranquility
The time finally came and I found myself, on a GWR train on the way…
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