Bangkok madness


Β When your bank account is empty but your passport is full….. Part 1 – My beloved Africa πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¬πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺπŸ‡¬πŸ‡­πŸ‡·πŸ‡ΌπŸ‡ΉπŸ‡Ώ

Growing up in a small seaside town in the UK I eventually came to realise there are three kinds of people. 

Those that live there for their whole lives, happy and content to live in such a beautiful part of the country. 

the second kind of people, those who get the hell out of Cornwall the first chance they get and head for the cities, the bigger towns, the different opportunities.

And then there’s people lik me. People who are proud to call Cornwall their home but the thought of never leaving there gives me the itchiest feet imaginable. 

When I don’t have travel plans I feel like I’m slowly suffocating. I wish I could be content to build my life there, I’m envious of those that do.

 Sometimes I wonder how different my life would’ve been if I had never boarded that plane to Ghana all those years ago…. 

Orphans Cry Orphanage Apowa, takaradi, Ghana 2008

I’d certainly have more money in the bank, maybe I’d have settled down and been one of those contented people I secretly envy sometimes. 

But I did get on that plane nine years ago and I caught the travel bug. Africa got under my skin  

My travel/obsession has seen my passport fill with 42 international stamps, countless visas, 9 countries, and experiences I could never adequately describe to a non-traveller. 

I’ve seen the sunrise over Kenya and Tanzania whilst sat on the top of Kilimanjaro. 

Sat on top of Africa 6/4/12

I’ve experienced poverty in Africa that I still can’t believe exists in this “modern” age…. Where an education or clean drinking water is considered a luxury…. 

the horrors of the Rwandan genocide

Nyamata Church, just outside of Kigali, Rwanda

or the slave castles of Ghana

Plaque at Elmina Slave Castle, Cape Coast, Ghana (2008)

But I have seen and experienced such incredibly mind blowing generousity from the African community. They treat you like a member of their family. Always giving you food even when they don’t have enough for themselves. 

Joshua and Bright – the two big loves of my life πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¬

Brights family who all share a two room mud hut

Joshua and his lovely mum, Jolly who is always smiling and happy 😊

 I’ve met amazing people and children who have become lifelong friends. Who inspire me every day. Whether it’s because  of their huge hearts, their senses of humour or because I think of them as my African family… 

My Jordany

Princess Sophie, Super Seany and Rexy on Koh Samet beach New Year’s Day 2017

Ruhanga Development School after my sponsored head shave

Me, Jordan & Tom my Mzungu brothers

Mathias and his twin ignitious who stole my heart (2014)

Super Seany’s Ugandan graduation


most of all I achieved my lifelong dream of living in Africa working for a charity for a year. 

There’s so many more things I’ve seen and experienced. The little things that I’ll never forget. The hug from a child who remembers you when you return. 

Africa (but particularly Uganda) will always have an unexplainable hold on my heart. 

I’m ok with never having much money because it’s all being spent on paying back travel debts, saving up for future travels, or actual travelling. 

I’m ok with never having much in the way of relationships because I’m lucky enough to have an incredible group of friends who are always there when I return and always wish me well when I leave. 

I have had to make sacrifices, I’ve missed out on dear friends getting married, or having kids, or the people who sadly passed away whilst I was away. 

I’ve missed my friends and family every time I’ve gone away. I’ve had malaria, broken bones, ruptured abscesses, been hospitalised, and all manner of health problems when I would have done anything to have my friends and family by my side. 

But I’ve learnt so much about myself, and become so independent that I genuinely believe I could wake up in any country in any situation and survive it. As long as I’ve had my morning coffee and fag πŸ˜‚ 

I love my life, I love the excitement of travelling and I love how excited I get at returning home and even more I love that I have no idea where my future  b will  take me but that’s ok because wherever I end up I will survive it and grow stronger πŸ’ͺ🏻

Why am I so sure of this? Because I have the best support network waiting for me back home. 

Because the truest saying of all is, Not all who wander are lost….. were just too damn inquisitive, we want to see what the world has to offer with our own eyes πŸ€— 🌍
Safe in the knowledge that my friends will always be back home waiting for me. 

This blog is dedicated to my friends who I could never cope without knowing whatever happens I have you guys to come home to πŸ’•πŸ‡¬πŸ‡§

Why I’ve fallen in love with solo travel……

I’m no travel virgin I’ve traveled in Africa but it has always been part of a volunteer project or organised like when I climbed Kilimanjaro it was never with a “I have no real plans” kind of solo travel there was always an itinerary, people to meet along the way, a goal in mind.

To be perfectly honest the idea freaked me out a bit. Partly because I have no sense of direction, a thick Cornish accent that means no matter how hard I try few locals ever understand what I’m trying to say in their native language, sometimes they don’t even understand my English!

I am also accident prone, incapable of packing light and don’t have a great run of luck when it comes to finding myself in absurd situations that no normal traveller ever would…. It’s no secret that my dads hair started turning white around the time I started to travel… Sorry dad!

So all in all I had absolutely no intention of travelling solo after I had finished my TEFL internship in Thailand…. Travel with people (ideally people with a good sense of direction) and see more of south east Asia that way love to, see it by myself, i don’t think so!

So what changed that led me to write this whilst all by myself in Cambodia? 

I’d love to say that it was something profound, a near death experience or a sudden display of direction/confidence but that would be a lie… 

The truth is I’ve wanted to travel Cambodia for years, and when my travel plans changed with the people I was going to travel Cambodia with I was left with two choices. Admit defeat and fly back to the UK from Thailand or bite the bullet and travel by myself… 

Well my flight was booked from Cambodia back home. That played a big part in it. The second part was for all my fancy and somehow legitimate excuses the real reason I’d stopped travelling solo since 2012 was fear. 

Fear of being lonely, fear of getting lost, of getting hurt, of getting scared…. Unknowingly fear had been ruling my travels for years. 

Did I really want to miss travelling around Cambodia because I was scared? Like hell I did. 

So that first intimidating afternoon in Siem reap I made myself go and explore the local town.

Siem Reap River

I discovered that it was a lot of fun. Going where I wanted to go, stopping when I wanted to, haggling in the market, drinking coffee in a cafe, getting a moto (half motorcycle, half tuk tuk) and then finding my sense of direction. 

From waking up at 4am to watch the sunrise over Angkor Wat in Siem Reap;

To seeing the carved faces of Bayon Temple (Wat Thom)


To then travelling down to the south coast and the paradise that is Otres Beach (Sihanoukville) where I shared my room with a variety of wildlife including this poor fellow I found swimming in my toilet….


As for being lonely, I found I loved my own company, hell no one finds me funnier than I do and there was always people to chat to. Even making friends with a Cambodian guy nicknamed BeyoncΓ© who kept giving me free things for having a big bum like her….


Not to mention the ability to spend as much time lazing on the beach as i wanted… Getting up when i wanted, going to sleep when i wanted and being un-apologetically vain with my photos.

then travelling to the capital Phnom Penh and finding my way around all by myself for the first time ever. Before heading to Tuol Sleng and the Killing Fields which frankly deserves a blog all of his own…

Don’t get me wrong there has been points when I’ve wanted a friend near me to experience it. Like the beautiful sunsets/sunrises or to fish the rat out of my toilet so I didn’t have to but I’ve gained more than I’ve lost.


Life is an adventure. Somewhere along the line I forgot that, my fear took over…. 

But if you are the kind of person who craves the road less traveled and you want to increase your confidence and get to know yourself better then in all honesty it really is the road best traveled alone….