Where Are You From?

So last night when I was typing up about my rainy day the guy next to me kept looking over... And eventually asked where I was from. "Sydney, Australia." "Oh. Okay. I was wondering, because I wanted to know where such a beautiful girl came from." Smooth buddy. Except I'm not interested. And reaching over, taking … Continue reading Where Are You From?

No More Snails

My bags are packed. My hair has been washed for the last time for seven days. I just spent five minutes picking the sultanas out of my ziplock bag of muesli (airport meals are ridiculously priced). Next stop, Prague. I'm open to every adventure and challenge before me - I'm just hoping that there aren't … Continue reading No More Snails