I am a solo traveller
It’s not like I don’t like to be around people. When I encircled Africa I did a big chunk of the Eastern lag with the same guy. We’re still friends. I love couchsurfing and prefer WorkAwaying over housesitting. However, finding
Father feelings
I first met Ian and Judy when my WorkAway host Bob from up the road in Campes and I walked the dog and visited them for coffee. We met again at a curry and quiz night organized by another expat
Three years
It is not the first thing you will learn about me when we meet. It is not the first thing you will learn when I talk about travelling Africa. It is not even the first thing I will mention when
Why WALK home?
I must admit that I am having a bit of a hard time explaining how I came up with the Walking Home Project. But let me try anyway (part 1): I initially wanted to go to France because I have been
And then? Let’s get this question out of the way
"And what are you going to do afterwards?” “And then you’ll go back working as a project manager?” “Do you think finding a job afterwards will be easy?” “Will you keep your room?” “Do you think that experience will help
Two years and five days ago a man helped me make the perfect birthday present
We had barely known each other for a day when I realized I knew just the perfect birthday present for Gav. Sitting by a fire on a campsite in Tarifa we agreed that bringing a hammock on the trip around
‘Tis the season to feast (Food and drink in Africa, pt. 1)
What are you thinking of when somebody says 'Christmas'? Christmas to me is first and foremost about food. I can easily do without presents. I'm not religious. And please leave me alone with cold and snow! But for some reason, I always start feeling Christmassy when I spend hours preparing food. So what better way of commemorating the festive season than by talking for the next few days about food (and drink) in Africa? I'll set the scene by telling you a bit about how I'll spend Christmas this year and what I did the year before.
Four friends
It's been one year since I last saw these four friends. An unusually long year. 366 days. But that's not true. They're always here. When I look over my shoulder I see Steve. With his warm smile and his South African accent he says: "Hey Pixie." And when the moment is beautiful he is in awe right next to me: "Like angels playing on your heartstrings."
What should I wear?
The amazing Ghana dress
We were fast approaching Christmas when we arrived in Kokrobite, Ghana. Packing I had been certain there couldn't possibly be a reason why I would need a dress in Africa. After all this was a dusty, muddy, sweaty expedition. T-shirts and zip-off pants would do perfectly fine. But Christmas was around the corner and my girly genes were yelling for prettiness.
I never knew of a morning in Africa when I woke that I was not happy
'So, what was the highlight?' everyone wants to know now I'm back home. Honestly, I have difficulties answering this question. There were so many things I will never forget. So many highlights. In every country. On every day.