Archives: Guide

In Hindsight when a monkey steals your Samosa, scampers onto the station roof then pees on your backpack, it’s a bad omen.

We were taking the train from Budapest to Prague. The first of many inspectors came along. We asked him what time the restaurant car opened. He laughed quietly to himself and kept repeating the words.

First trip away from home and in the humid musk of Thailand, where we lay our scene. My friend and I had to travel from Phuket to the Malaysian border in a series of first class coaches, or so we thought.

Stony roads, stony-faced travellers and stoned drivers: Luang Prabang to Hanoi, August 2013

Do you know that feeling when you’ve found yourself exactly where you’re supposed to be, the air feels as warm as springtime? When you reach an agreement with the universe, and everything falls into place?

It’s 4 am in the morning and I’m taking the taxi direction Beirut airport. After year and a half in the city I’m leaving behind so many friends, parties, tabboulehs[1], broken hearts!

Staring at the sparkling new ring on my finger, I couldn’t stop smiling as I began this romantic adventure into marriage.

After have been backpacking the world in the most challenging and amazing places for almost one and a half year we ended up in Zanzibar, this was going to be our last stop before heading home to Europe and Sweden again.

These are not the words a boyfriend wants to hear as he arrive at Rome’s Termini train station, an hour before their bus is due to leave for the airport.

The hacking cough of a fellow traveller kicks up clouds of choking dust. Fine grains of sand scratch my eyes and the air tastes like a filthy cloth stuffed down my throat.