Every year that I spend significant chunks of time of the road, one or two lessons seem to repeat themselves over and over. As 2018 prepares to collide with its successor, the moment seems fitting to peer deep inside at what it is I have learnt most clearly. This year, it has definitely been about speaking my truth. Be all that you are and this will act as a natural sieve, keeping the right people close and the wrong people far away. This has been a remarkable lesson to learn

I hardly write about Africa anymore. Not because I don’t feel anything for it anymore, but because there are so many things crammed into one that I have no clue where to begin. I am back in Cape Town after a four-year hiatus. Last time I was here I had fled Mozambique right before Christmas and spent Christmas day in bed eating cheese and watching documentaries while the heavens cried in earnest at the birth of baby Jesus. Well, it was raining hard. My friend Merel and I

Tasmania was chilly mornings, empty beaches, dramatic coastlines and warm hearts. The weather got wild and ocean wilder. It's a forgotten piece of raw Australia and should be at the top of your next list of destinations. Here's a clip from my trip to get you excited. #tasmania #travel #vlog #adventure

The village of Pango on the island of Efate, Vanuatu is a patchwork of banana trees, coconut palms and coral. The houses are built on foundations of calcified bones of the reef out front and the water delicately colliding with the land could be drawn on with highlighter. In the afternoon high-tide kids play in the shallows, backs shiny in the evening light – their affinity for the ocean all too obvious. There were moments in my short trip there that I had to pinch myself at t

The next morning, with a tsunami alert in place, we rented motorbikes and headed into the highlands in search of waterfalls. What we thought would be an easy half hour drive to reach Cascadas de Magicas turned into the moped equivalent of the Dakar Rally, doubled up on tinnie bikes hurtling off road through the mountains. It was worth it. We were able to clamber up through the layered waterfall, using rickety ropes installed to prevent people from being washed away. The highe

I flicked idly through the used books in the dank enclave of a second-hand bookshop beneath Pike Place Markets in the city centre of Seattle. I picked up The Alchemist, wondering if I should read it again. I could hear the shopkeeper’s voice commenting in jest on an elderly woman’s comments loaded with innuendo. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular. I couldn’t buy a book. My bank card had been frozen earlier in the day, skimmed in an ATM and the last remnants of my mon

I travelled so much I didn’t like it anymore. But I couldn’t stop because the thought of going home was far scarier than the feeling of being unstuck. I travelled so far that I no longer knew how I chose my destinations, that somehow everything became slightly the same. Yet always I wanted to know what was around the next bend. I travelled to cold places even though I love the heat. I travelled to hot places even though I need to get my skin out of the sun before it resembled

Solo travel is a very peculiar thing. It’s like the adventure doesn’t even lie in the activities that you engage in. It’s breakfast with strangers, or the time you went into a weird association club with a Portuguese Angolan guy and had to sign for secrecy while you watched 10 DJ’s that had never met make music in a room at the bottom of a spiral stairway while all you could think about was the blisters on your feet from walking the lumpy, narrow streets of Lisbon. But the re

You mum will probably tell you to just get a degree under you belt. Your grandma might include you being off the rails in the family letter she circulates at Christmas, but trust me - taking the path less walked is the best thing you will ever do. Ditching your responsibilities to see the world is the most valuable choice you can possibly make. You know why this is? Because somewhere along the line, in this complex spider web that we have coined 'society' somebody told us we

I was scared the day before I flew to Africa for the first time. Really scared. I remember sitting with my friends at a coffee shop, caffeine and panic rife in my abdomen. What the fuck was going to happen? Would we get kidnapped? I wasn't going alone so that was a comfort, but still, how would I survive? I think back to that moment and can no longer imagine how my thought's were even forming like they did. A couple of bad things did happen that trip. I got mugged one night a