Being alone in Bucharest

‘Who are you going with?’ – my least favourite words before a trip. Particularly before this trip. Because the answer was no-one, I was going to Bucharest alone. The responses were mixed, but generally they all made me feel terrible. Apart from one, one girl said it was really cool and she wished she could… Continue reading Being alone in Bucharest

My first time in Africa

In 2014, I flew alone from Glasgow to Amsterdam to Nairobi and finally to Livingstone, Zambia. This was my first time in Africa and I was excited but nervous, I didn’t know the people who would be meeting me at the airport and I knew very little about Zambia. My expectations admittedly were based on… Continue reading My first time in Africa