Malta has left me with a few bruises, scars, cuts on my feet and a sunburn that has made carrying my backpack nigh impossible. It’s hot, dirty and full of inconsiderate tourists. But, my goodness, do I love it here. There was the woman who stopped her car in the middle of the road and blocked traffic to see if I was OK after I slipped over while walking around a corner. The roads and paths in Malta are slippery. It happens when there is a mix of salt residue and dirt from the construction and restoration sites around the islands. Car tyres slip while they struggle up the roads in Mellieha and Australian tourists slip while
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no commentsThe thought struck me. I was sitting on the green, surrounded by sunshine, a calm wind, and the buzzing of some curious bees. I had finished theContinue Reading
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1 commentHe had an owl on his hand. I remember kissing it the first night I met him in the flesh, our first bonds formed through the flames of Tinder.Continue Reading
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no commentsMy left breast is bigger than my right. It seems sadder somehow, like it’s the one carrying the weight of all my expectations and failing to meetContinue Reading
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no commentsHe lived by the sea but wasn’t bothered about sitting and enjoying the view. I didn’t understand that about him. I can always see something newContinue Reading
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no commentsTravel involves sacrifice. Especially when you up and leave, heading to the other side of the world for an indefinite amount of time by yourself:Continue Reading
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Where did I come from, where did I go (in 2019)?
February 21, 2019WHERE DID I COME FROM, COTTON-EYE JOE? Hehe. Thought I’d do up a few little maps for you all that I will keep updating as I travel. JustContinue Reading -
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Behind the photo: The English Woods
February 8, 2019As posted on Instagram: Today I walked through the woods. Words fail me, even now. It is like the landscape is from my dreams; from myContinue Reading -
no commentsSteyning is a beautiful little village just west of Brighton in the south of England. I’m house and pet sitting here for a week with futureContinue Reading
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no commentsLook, I might be “The Unprepared Traveller”, but I bloody love coming up with ideas about places before I go. I chat with people whoContinue Reading
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Mate, who am i?
(I ask myself the same thing)
Travelling can be really hard when you never feel like you're prepared. But, the more I do it the more I realise that being unprepared is the best way to travel. I’m Rowena. I live with depression and an anxiety disorder, which inspires a lot of my writing. My first reaction is to over-pack, over-worry, freak out, and give myself a headache. I’m consciously rebelling against that.
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