Perception is a powerful thing. The loudest voice in the room can tarnish even the best reputation.

As is the case with the west against the Arabic world. Yes, atrocities have occurred whilst screaming “Allah u Akbar”, but that doesn’t make it in the name of Islam. There are books of the same story in both the Qu’ran & Bible. There are bad people in both Islam and Christianity. In both cases, the loudest voice in the room is tarnishing reputations.

Morocco had never even made my list of places to visit until recently. Memories of growing up in the Canary Islands and being hassled and harassed by Moroccans who had moved there, legally or otherwise, played on my mind. That and warnings in the media of what a dangerous place the Arab world is. Even people at work announcing that North Africa (I’m visiting west Africa) is dangerous.

Slowly over the course of the year my mind was turning to wanting to visit. I had no idea where I wanted to go; pushing in souks and people placing necklac…

How to Not See Venice

Venice was never in my top 5 places to visit. It wasn't even in my top 5 places to visit in Italy (I'm still dying to go to Rome, Florence & Cinque Terre). I'm incredibly cynical of those places that are overly populated with tourists; yet in January 2016 I found myself on a plane headed for Venice. My trip, booked towards the end of Carnival, was on a whim. A need to book a flight, a cheap flight, to anywhere. Venice was recommended by a friend who'd said if nothing else, I would love Carnival and anyway there was no need to worry because everyone loves Venice...

Venice is famed for its canals, and lack of cars, instead using vaporetto's to get around the city, or simply walking from A to B. The sites to see include the famed Peggy Guggenheim collection and other museums and various basilicas and palaces. Not really your average backpacker fare, still, off I went to Venice.
It was a dull January day when I arrived in Venice, the fog clung to the water all the …

I Work at the Beach, Now.

Katie asked me, "What are you going to do with your afternoon?" and I responded that I was going to curl up and read my book, instead here I am... Many changes since I was last here, blogosphere.

After taking August off, and learning to windsurf, and paddleboard, beach life had fully taken hold of me. I'd been jobhunting, tho' not very proactively through August with a view to find a job during September, but one of the jobs I applied for contacted me not once, not twice, but three times in the space of half an hour on my replying and next thing I knew I was working at one of the most famous beach café's in the country. 

My current job is a café assistant, where I mostly run a lot of food to an awful lot of people in an incredibly busy café. Said café happens to be on a beach. Most of the café is in fact a green marquee. We've hosted Christmas meals there, we do these silver surfer meals during the winter to keep us ticking over, too. Mostly tho' the summ…

When I Grow Up, I Want to be a Mermaid

Recently New Look did this whole range of products that read, "Mermaid hair, don't care", and if I was one of those people who get sucked in by that sort of thing, I'd have bought the lot- because that is me. In fact with regard to my hair, when I told a friend I was growing it and he asked how long, I responded with, "Mermaid length". He was none the wiser. 

It'll come to no surprise to you, particularly if you know me, that I'm a water baby. I've spent my entire life swimming, like I'm pretty sure I could swim before I could walk. I love the water. I'm so obsessed with water and swimming that I spent my 26th birthday travelling all the way to London so I could swim in the London 2012 Olympic swimming pool at Elizabeth Park as soon as it opened to the public. I spent years as a teenager swimming in the completely clear blue seas in the North of Fuerteventura. My dream as a kid had always been to learn to surf on Flag Beach when I eventu…

Living in Dorset

My makeshift desk-- which is in fact the dining table in the living room-- is full of notepads and free newspapers. Along with my laptop. The notepads have shopping lists, jobs I've applied for, and walking trails scrawled across them with pens scattered across the table. Next to it is where I'm sat, my laptop plugged into a speaker blasting my favourite tunes- currently Of Monsters & Men's second album. Behind the lid I can see four books stacked up, Rough Guides Ultimate Adventures- the first thing I won for my travel writing, Bill Bryson's The Road to Little Dribbling, & the Wild Guide. All of which I'm using to find adventures whilst I'm unemployed. Next to it The Great Gatsby, for the day that will roll around when I can lie on the sofa with numerous cups of tea and read a book in a day.

It was sat in this pile of miscellany that I was procrastinating on facebook last night to discover that another blogger was headed to Dorset this week, and I surp…

Not Going Out

Aren't you lot kind all coming back here after I've taken such a long hiatus and reading my blog-- I can see you in my stats, I'm not being a massive weirdo and stalking you through your phones or computer screens, don't worry. 

Today was a jobhunting day, and it did not go well. Mostly because today was the hottest day of the week and British Summertime, as you may well know, is a temperamental bastard. So I want to enjoy it. I keep telling myself that I didn't intend to jobhunt through August, and that getting interviews during August is just a bonus. Equally jobhunting is soul destroying, I haven't decided whether I think getting rejected is worse than not hearing back at all, and I've got to an age where I have to make a list of where I've applied to so I don't apply to the same job twice. 

The Trouble with Cheddar...

Whilst I'm jobhunting, I'm dividing my week down two days jobhunting (Monday and Friday), 3 days where I take Tiger to any beach that allows him to be there, a day out somewhere I want to visit that Tiger can't go, and a day at home. That day will mostly fall on Sunday. Today was supposed to be a Tiger & Sammi beach day. Alas, as the forecast had predicted, by 9.30am the clouds had indeed started to cover the south west. Yesterday I was chilly laid on the beach in my bikini and down right cold after I'd been for a swim, so I decided instead that Tiger and I would go for a walk.

So, an hour or so later, we headed to Cheddar.