Cuba’s history is barely history. When we told a family friend, Ray, at our wedding that we were honeymooning in Cuba, and that we were looking forward to learning the country’s history, he laughed.
“Is that what you call it?” he asked, “history? I remember when we just called it news”.
Cuba’s history, as far as revolution is concerned at least, has only just happened. Read the rest of this entry
Last time I got back from travelling, I felt completely shell shocked. I couldn’t settle and everything that had once seemed so much fun (sharing a flat in Nottingham) was no longer right. But I don’t think this was down to having ‘caught the bug’. Well not completely anyway.
I’d never wanted to be in Nottingham, not because it’s not a great city – it is well worth a visit if you’re in the region. And going back there, just made me realise how much I wanted to do and how little I wanted to settle down – at least not there anyway.
People often talk about the feelings when you return – a sense of being lost, flightiness, a desire for more. And I identified with them because I knew what it felt like. But this time, things are different. Read the rest of this entry
It’s midday in Spain and we’re laughing hysterically. Nothing funny has happened but for us it’s not midday – it’s, umm, well we’re not sure what time it is for us. We’ve just flown from Chile to Columbia, then after a 7 hour stopover in the airport, from Columbia to Madrid. We’re on our way home after 6 months of travelling and jet lag has gotten the better of us. We’ve a 7 hour stopover in Madrid too, but unlike in Columbia, we’re allowed out of the airport to paint the town red… or fall asleep on it. Read the rest of this entry
For anyone who has read our blog from the beginning, this title could either mean I’m having nightmares, or I’ve gone mental. It probably also means I’m reading the novel, Rebecca.
It’s neither. And I’m not. I’m reading a much less cultured book, and a magazine. Read the rest of this entry
It’s time for the next guest blog on Same Same (but different). A word from our sponsors if you will. Here they explain why travel insurance is important. Whilst skiing in New Zealand I jumped (fell) off a ski lift like James Bond (an idiot). I didn’t have insurance, I had to make do with a hot chocolate. Anyway, I was lucky it wasn’t worse. Here’s what Thomas Cook have to say about it…
If you’re going on holiday, one of the most important things you need to organise as part of your trip is travel insurance. Whether you opt for an independent insurance or book it through a tour operator, such as Thomas Cook Insurance, it’s not compulsory, but aside from actually booking your holiday or taking your passport with you, it’s a pretty essential part of going away. Read the rest of this entry
I really wanted to document our trek of the Colca Canyon like a grown up. But Gemma had a spot, and I had a camera.
I’m such a child… Read the rest of this entry
“Gemma!” I shouted, looking around for her “Gemma, look I can do it! I’m going really fast!” I couldn’t see her but I knew that if she was watching she’d be proud of me. Even though a few minutes earlier she’d been telling me that being good at sand boarding isn’t about going fast, it’s about having control of the board. I knew she was wrong, and I think deep down so did she. And now I was proving it by going really fast… I probably looked a bit like James Bond. Read the rest of this entry
As those of you who read our last blog will know, Gemma and I recently got engaged. I proposed to her next to a lake in the Amazon jungle at sunset in Spanish, and I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty proud of that story…
But before we went travelling I asked my recently married mate Luke if he had any suggestions for how I should propose. He replied “just don’t do what I did”. Luke proposed to his now wife in Tasmania, naked, straight after he got out of the shower. He’d taken her for several romantic meals in Tasmania before that but kept wussing out. None of us knew quite why he’d proposed in this way, it seemed stupid. But he’s a lucky man and despite his failings, she still said yes. Read the rest of this entry
As some of you might have noticed this travelling malarkey is beginning to wear thin with me. Not that I want to stop. Not that I don’t love exploring the world. Just that I’m struggling with constant hellos and goodbyes and, it seems, sightseeing.
When I first arrived in la Paz, I had a quick look around only to conclude it was the same as everywhere else. I couldn’t see the point in being there and felt like I’d seen it all before.
I most certainly hadn’t. Read the rest of this entry
For those of you who’ve been to Copacabana, the title of this post will be unbelievable. It’s a tiny town set beside Lake Titicaca that’s filled with restaurants and busses. It’s quaint.
But somehow we managed to get lost… or rather we managed to lose a restaurant. Read the rest of this entry