Ramblin’ Sam

I went on a life-altering journey for six months. In that time, I’ve seen a French man making love to a wall and cried with a friend when we saw the Eiffel Tower; gawked at a sex show in Amsterdam; hopped from island to island in Greece; stood at the top of Jungfrau mountain in Switzerland; swam in Loch Ness but didn’t see Nessy; acquired the gift of … Continue reading Ramblin’ Sam

All Aboard the Little Blue Bus

Scotland will forever be my first solo trip as a young independent woman. It was liberating. I made the 20-minute walk to the Chester train station at 5 a.m. to catch my Manchester Airport train. Well, it wasn’t that easy; there were a few connections. Chester —> Crewe —> Manchester Piccadilly —> Wilmslow —> Manchester Airport Before England, I had never traveled by train. I had … Continue reading All Aboard the Little Blue Bus

Hooker, Turd & Tree

I figure with such an abrasive title, I should probably get to the point quickly. These are Irish terms, well the first one is. “Turd” and “tree” are cheeky plays on the Irish accent. Firstly, a hooker is a traditional fishing boat in Galway, Ireland. Why, what were you thinking? The lot of us Australians and Americans burst out laughing when our Galway tour guide casually … Continue reading Hooker, Turd & Tree