On injuries and immortality: dangers of travelling
After two months in Southeast Asia, I have come back home and in all it’s familiarity, it is strange. I still ride the same bus,
After two months in Southeast Asia, I have come back home and in all it’s familiarity, it is strange. I still ride the same bus,
With the nightfall came the rain. It fell heavy on the windshield as our cab crept along the traffic, slowly shuffling forward. The bus station
I never thought it would be a permanent home. I also never thought I would have to leave it so soon. I’ve lived in my current
Yo! I’m still alive and kicking, and I haven’t stopped blogging. I’ve been busy for the last few weeks, wrapping up the semester and cleaning
The sea was calm and the sky above blue, the waters inviting. I had been looking forward to my first dive. I had adventure on