My mind flooded with questions as I sat there, among the orange-robed monks of Wat Suan Dok in Chiang Mai.
2017 has been a strange year for me as a travel blogger.
These countries make me feel like even though I don’t belong anywhere in particular, I belong everywhere.
That night, I decided to give up living at a permanent address.
Even though I unnoticeably flipped my life calendar to 29 a few weeks ago, the little voices within me wouldn’t go unnoticed.
I’m going to remember 2016 as the year I imprinted myself into the sky.
We need less bankers and engineers, and more artists, musicians, writers, travellers, entrepreneurs, sportspeople, dreamers.
I sat under the Milky Way, thanking *my* stars that I ended up in North Wales.
Moments that have changed something in me.
Over the course of my travels in India, I’ve found myself in some strange predicaments.