St Elizabeth

Discovering My Roots in Saint Elizabeth, Jamaica

Before I flew to Jamaica, I told my friends and family that after that one trip, I would never go back. Having to visit the country for the worst reasons meant that I only associated it with misery, and knowing…

The Trip I Really Don’t Want to Take

I’ve always been proud of my heritage. As I grew up, I always knew the privilege of being half-Jamaican; experiencing a different culture from the day I was born, albeit second-hand. Despite knowing my background and being pretty well-travelled, I’ve…

The Things I Don’t Write About

I recently had a conversation with a friend about whether you can be a blogger and maintain your privacy. She asked me if there’s anything I wouldn’t write about and I answered an unequivocal ‘yes’ because as much as I…

Bedfordshire

On Not Going Away For The Bank Holiday Weekend

For the first time in a long time, I didn’t go away for the bank holiday weekend. My original plan was to go to Lisbon, which is very much still on my to-visit list, but when my friend found out…

Finding Inspiration in the Little Things

I’ve got that feeling again where I need things to be shaken up. I fancy change, but not of the big life-changing, quit-my-job-to-travel sort like I did last year (although that is always tempting); more of the small tweaks and updates…

London

Going ‘Out’ Out

I’m wearing: Top – Matalan / Jeans – River Island / Rings – ASOS / Trainers – Superga Readers, I’m struggling. My skin has broken out, I can’t seem to grab enough sleep and my insides feel like they haven’t…

Bucharest

Getting Used to Not Travelling Alone

I’m wearing: Cardigan – vintage / Dress – Debenhams / Leggings – Uniqlo / Boots – Ugg at All Sole* (similar here) When somebody travels alone it conjures certain thoughts and assumptions from other people: independent, brave, organised. It’s always…

The Real Reasons I Went Travelling (and Why It’s The Best …

Almost exactly a year ago I did the bravest thing I have ever done: I boarded a plane to Kuala Lumpur, alone, with a rough three month itinerary, a backpack and no bloody idea what I was doing. I’ve kind…

The Happiness Triangle

OK, stick with me here because this sounds like some weird idea I’ve picked up from an old issue of Cosmo or after watching Eat Pray Love, but I have this theory, and I’ve had it for a while.  …