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.
In my 5 years of traveling, I’ve realized that my coolest adventures were also the most impulsive ones.
When you’ve been on the road long enough, you start questioning your own wanderlust.
I had no idea that an ordinary ‘chicken bus’ ride in Nicaragua was (sort of) going to transform my life. But that’s how it is with the road; it changes you when you least expect it. I no longer remember what our destination was, only that the chicken bus – so called because people are crammed in like chickens – was far more crowded than usual because it was the day before New Year, and locals were heading home to the rural countryside. An old Nicaraguan lady kept her sack next to my feet, and I felt it move! When staring didn’t work, I asked her in polite Spanish to move it. Minutes later, I felt something poking my back. Much to my horror, inside were three little squeaking chicks trying to survive in a sack without a hole to breathe. I breathed a sigh of relief when the lady got off at her stop. Clearly she had taken the ‘chicken bus’ literally. Read: Isla de Ometepe: Where the Streets Have No Name A month or so later, while making myself an egg in …