Leaving My Blood on the Rocks in Batangas

Flecks of gold glimmer across the open ocean; the yawning orange sun burns brilliantly in the sky. A little way from shore, beneath hovering cirrus clouds of lilac, a bamboo raft floats at sea, beckoning us to watch dusk fall from its wooden cylinders. We have no choice but to yield to its irresistible call. 

Leaving My Blood on the Rocks in Batangas

Exploring the Untouched Mountain Caves of Tu Lan

Our first few days in Vietnam have been wild, involving bumpy nights on sleeper buses and hour long treks around mountains, but we somehow summon up more energy in our battered, underslept bodies to take on an intense day of caving, trekking and swimming at the Tu Lan caves in Phong Nha.

Exploring the Untouched Mountain Caves of Tu Lan

Breathing Underwater in Anilao

This weekend I passed my PADI Open Water diving course. I can barely fathom that I've grown from being an anxious, landlocked little bookworm that once dreamed about swimming in the sea with dolphins to a fully-grown woman, one step closer towards achieving that dream. One step closer towards exploring all that this gorgeous world has to offer.

Breathing Underwater in Anilao

Asia's Crimson Addiction

If you’ve ever stayed for a while in rural Asia – especially in certain northern regions of the Philippines where Ifugao or Bontoc tribes reside – chances are you may have seen the many of the natives chewing happily on something that stains their teeth, lips, and mouths a bright shade of red.

Asia's Crimson Addiction

A Homestay in Sapa

Dawn is creeping into the sky. Teal mountains yawn in the distance above fields of mossy green; thick clouds of silver fog snake across the landscape, misting the window. Karen and Dom are both still fast asleep, mouths slightly open, breathing deeply. I pull my hoodie back over my head to catch another wink of sleep, slipping quickly back into dreams of winding roads and misty mountains.

A Homestay in Sapa

The "Algae" Truth About Boracay

Standing on the powdery white sands of Boracay, I stare out to sea and gaze upon its rich, endless shades of turquoise water. The hot Philippine sun blazes powerfully upon my face, and for the briefest of moments, I am arrested by the island’s paradiasacal natural beauty, the way I had been the first time I arrived here.

The "Algae" Truth About Boracay

Wastefulness: A Western Phenomenon

It occurred to me recently that perspective is crucial for developing our sense of the world. The right perspective can utterly change a person's understanding, can alter something's meaning, and most importantly, can open our minds to new and revolutionary possibilities.

Wastefulness: A Western Phenomenon

Lake Nyinabulitwa

A warm breeze shimmers through the still air. Clusters of lakeside reeds and tree branches yield in soft, sweeping succession, surrendering to the winds in a rippling Mexican wave. Birds chirp, insects hum, leaves rustle. The chorus of the universe. I slip my sleepless bones into a terrace chair and breathe a sigh of bliss. Eyes closed, body open, the moment unfolds. My soul stirs with the breeze.

Lake Nyinabulitwa

A Gatsby Kinda Brunch

Two weeks after I got back from Vietnam and recovered fully from the raging strain of Hands, Foot and Mouth Disease that I managed to catch out there (despite my two other travel buddies getting away scot-free), my lovely gal pals Jess and Sara offered to come round to my house, whip up some brunch, and have a good old natter. Obviously, I said yes. Great company! Free food! (Ahem.)

A Gatsby Kinda Brunch

Top of the World

"Go to the Top of the World," says the waiter at Nyinabulitwa Lodge as he collects our plates. Ten minutes later, here we are, packed into Crystal's bright blue little 4x4 Toyota RAV, ambling slowly up a treacherous, potholed, unregulated dirt road littered with rocks and overgrown plants. At the end of this potholed ascent, the Top of the World awaits.

Top of the World

White-Water Rafting on the River Nile

In Uganda, I had the life-changing experience of extreme whitewater rafting in the River Nile rapids. Both thrillseeker and overthinker, I'm constantly fighting my own fears, but the only thing I fear more than leaving my comfort zone is staying in my comfort zone. So, I pushed my boundaries.

White-Water Rafting on the River Nile

Fragments of Uganda

What I remember of Uganda returns to me in bright, warm flashes of fondness.  The hospitality, the warmth, the love. I remember the smell of hot earth and red dust after the rain. The death-defying swerves of boda-bodas – motorbike taxis – through the militant traffic. We had breakfasts of small, sweet bananas and flew past rusty trucks full of fresh plump pineapples on the streets.

Fragments of Uganda

Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award

The travel blogging community is crazy amazing. So inclusive, so friendly, so giving, and so positive. I’ve only been involved for a few months - weeks, even - but already the amount of support shown by fellow bloggers has been phenomenal.

Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award

Breathing Deeply in Baler

Life was catching up to Roxy and I when a surf trip we were planning to Baler, a beach in northern Philippines, fell through. We couldn’t even score last minute bus tickets, it being the weekend and a national holiday. But as fate would have it, we weren't disappointed for long. A mutual friend got in touch and offered us a ride to Baler the very next evening. With the spray of saltwater already on our skin, we packed our bags, hopped into James’ surfboard-stacked Honda CR-V, and hit the open road. 

Breathing Deeply in Baler