London. Blighty. The Big Smoke. And the place I will always call home. As much as I whine and moan (comes with the territory) about the horrendous weather, traffic, doom, gloom and to top it all off, the extortionate cost of living we have to endure, I will always love my city. It can be…
Probably not the most cringe/cheesy/OMG Kill Me Now Pls Facebook status I’ve ever published whilst intoxicated, but it’s definitely up there. I wrote this a month into my stay in Granada. Pathetic as the title reads, I didn’t miss home per se; la vida Erasmus doesn’t allow it; there are just too many things to…
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This is what my dad affectionately tells Mum quite often (much to her annoyance) and probably has done since they met. "If your dad was a fisherman we would be spending two weeks in a fishermen's village with the white beaches and the sunshine, and not with the mosquitoes." When it comes to organising our trips…
Mission complete. We had done our Die Hard bit and survived village life in the rural Thai countryside, without getting completely eaten alive by mosquitoes or becoming emotional wrecks. I had managed to fight back the tears when it came to saying goodbye and leaving Nakhon Ratchasima for Bangkok. The bus station was a hot…
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Rice Farmer Construction Worker Coconut Cutter Personal Taxi man Banana Grower; First and foremost, Family man. I’ve never seen him angry, and I’ve never seen a man with so much patience for how big his family is. He is never out of things to do but always has time for others. He has never been…
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I’ve never cried after leaving a place as much as here. I don’t think that will change. Krung Thep Mahanakhon Amon Rattanakosin Mahinthara Ayuthaya Mahadilok Phop Noppharat Ratchathani Burirom Udomratchaniwet Mahasathan Amon Piman Awatan Sathit Sakkathattiya Witsanukam Prasit , best known as Bangkok to you, me, and the rest of the world, is not some…
Two little utterances that have brought me more shame than anything else in my twenty two years. The amount of times I have used this phrase is beyond the point of embarrassing, and every time I do, a half smile and awkward silence proceeds, whilst memories flood back of missed opportunities and that familiar feeling…
Sammy Wandering Abroad 