• Travel

    Going Solo On A Cruise: The River Nile

    ‘I mean, holy shit, I have to do this, right? It’s like, when am I ever going to find an experience this cheap again? I mean, I can afford it, right? No… but really, I CAN afford it… it’s just… I’ll be eating into the money I’d saved for when I move to Indonesia. But I should do it, right? It’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience, I’ll do it!’ I had this one-sided conversation with my Dad, my beau and two of my best friends. They knew I should I do it, I knew I should do it, and so I did it. ‘It’ being a two night, five star cruise on the River…

  • Love

    Serenity In Your Arms

    I put my head on your shoulder and I was at home. All the buzzing in my body stopped. The buzzing that hadn’t stopped in the 10 weeks I spent travelling. The buzzing that got me through my trip that included the excitement, the anxiety, the fear, the joy, the fact I missed you and everyone else. The buzzing that was silenced as soon as I rested my figure on yours. My body and my head quiet for the first time since I left you. Relaxed and finally at peace, because I was with you again. I was in awe then and I’m in awe now, from the impact you…

  • Travel

    My Parisian Weekend: A Lesson in Self-Care

    I spent the last few days of my 10 week Middle Eastern trip in Paris, oddly enough. It made sense to go. After all, I’m moving abroad in a few weeks (although OMFG, am I repressing the hell out of my feelings right now), and because I haven’t seen one of my dearest school friends in Paris since she moved there from London five years ago, I thought I would quickly pass through before it became another five years of us just occasionally meeting for (albeit incredible) Indian food in the streets of where we grew up. It was a beautiful three days. Because, ignoring shoving my huge 60L full-to-capacity backpack on the Parisian…

  • Love

    I Hate Your Face When We Argue

    I hate your face sometimes. Really. Truly. Hate it. Completely. Absolutely. Wholeheartedly. I’m even scared to look at it at the worst of times. And on some days, some nights, some moments, I’ll actually actively try to avoid looking: I’ll avert my gaze, turn my head away, refuse to pick up your FaceTime call even though I know I will and so do you, so what’s the point in waiting, I may as well just pick up as soon as it rings. I hate your face sometimes because I love it so much. And do you know how annoying that is? The fact that I lose arguments with you because…

  • Travel

    Shooting Stars in Wadi Rum

    I wished upon a star last night. Is that how the saying goes? Or is it: I wished upon a shooting star? Either or really, I suppose it doesn’t particularly matter, but I saw my first ever shooting star last night, and I made my first ever wish upon it. I’ve only ‘seen’ shooting stars in films and television shows, where they are almost always shrouded in romanticism and beauty – with couples or children or those with dreams suddenly silenced as they look in awe at the trail of light beaming across the darkened sky. I had always wanted to witness the phenomenon, and in a very specific way.…

  • Travel

    I’m Moving Abroad for a Year and I’m Actually Really F*cking Nervous

    I booked my flights to Asia today, and I’m actually really (pardon my French) fucking nervous. And I’m not nervous in my typically exaggerated sense, such as when I ‘panicked’ on finding out I was travelling the Middle East during Ramadan, but nervous in the traditional sense. My blood is thrumming lowly through my body, my heart is beating just that bit quicker and I can feel a light-but-ever-present tension since my flight confirmation came through. My neck, my arms, my shoulders, every part of my body, is just that bit more rigid, that ounce more stiff, unable to relax no matter how much I inhale and exhale and eat to distract. I’m…

  • Travel

    The Olive Trees of Ajloun

    From the ancient ruins of Jerash to the nature reserve of Ajloun, you can smell the olive trees. As the minibus rumbles along, winding through large valleys and small towns where stalls sell qatayef and nuts with nougat, the scent that enters through the open windows is distinctive and homely. It reminds me of my Dad’s Italian cooking – olive oil with balsamic vinegar; chopped olives in a fresh tomato sauce; olives served as an antipasti alongside cheeses, cured meats and wine. Olives straight from the jar in the fridge as a snack. It reminds me of passages from religious texts, where these trees are mentioned so frequently. This must…

  • Love

    Sunday Mornings

    I love Sunday mornings with you. And because of that. I feel odd. I wouldn’t say I’m lonely right now, not quite that, as I lie here this Saturday night. But that’s only because I have an energetic little kitten playing beside me, nibbling my fingers and licking my cheek as I settle down to sleep. (I wonder, would you let her sleep in bed with us? You probably would, because she makes me smile and you love when I smile. Besides, you like cats too). But… I feel odd though, because it’ll be her I wake up next to tomorrow morning, and not you. It’ll be her attacking my…

  • Scribbles

    Sunshine Blogger Award!

    Ah! My twentieth blog post is about an award I’ve been nominated for! My face is just full of smiles. <3 When I first got the notification regarding the Sunshine Blogger Award, I was seriously ecstatic, and now I’m looking forward to spreading the love to other bloggers! The rules are: -Thank the person who nominated you and link to their blog -Answer the 11 questions sent by the person who nominated you -Nominate your favourite bloggers to receive the award, and write 11 questions for them -List the rules and display the award logo on your post and blog. So thank you so much for the award, KingKelseyxo, because…

  • Travel

    My First Time Ever Fasting! (Ignoring the 5.2 Diet)

    It was only after I had booked my flights to the Middle East that I realised I was travelling during Ramadan. Initially, I worried and fretted, panicking whilst pacing back and forth before my laptop. ‘Shit,’ I would say, wondering ‘will services run slower? Will people be easily irritated from lack of sustenance? Will attractions even be open!?’ I was giving myself a list of reasons as to why I should change the dates – perhaps travel in late June or early July (times where I wouldn’t have to think about possible fines and/or imprisonment for having a bite to eat or some water to sip on the street), and…