I have always kept scrapbooks of my holidays. The first one I created was when I was five years old, when I cycled with my family from Passau to Vienna. Of course, being only five this book is made up completely of pictures cut from tourist leaflets I collected on the journey. On the last…
I wake to the sound of rain. Palm fronds brush against my window pane as the sweet, dewey dawn breeze breathes new life into my still slumbering room. I slowly come to my senses: savoring first the scents of the jungle. Citronella, trod and moistened by precipitation; hibiscus, blooming into sugary perfume; earth, fertile and…
Scotland, a country with wild landscapes, majestic mountains, unspoilt white sand beaches and undeniable beauty around every bend. Scotland has these places in abundance; however there is one area that captured my imagination like no other, Assynt. Assynt is a sparsely populated area in the North West Highlands packed with allure. The mountains are otherworldly,…
Would you be ready to go on a blind trip? I have always been excited about the possibility of traveling and not knowing where, such as going to the airport and taking the first plane that leaves. I am seduced by this formula of going on a trip to know the destination only at the…