Last weekend, me and a friend took a bus to the city of Glasgow. It’s commonly known as the second-biggest population in Scotland, and the #1 in personality as well as (in my opinion) thick accents. I stepped out of the train station and immediately… More
One of the most memorable experiences of my time here so far has been the Arcadia Highlands Activity Weekend, which took place at the Firbush Centre in Killin, a village in the Scottish Highlands. To get there, I had to travel two hours by train to Stirling… More
The lonely road is profound on a bike. It takes on a different feeling, a personal feeling. Two lane roads switching to single track every now and then. Yet the switching mattered little based on the few cars that passed over the many miles. The scenery… More
As I sit at the airport waiting for my flight back to Melbourne, I am at a loss of how to sum up my three short days in Hobart, Tasmania. So many things in my travels went awry, but I eventually made it. And from the time I could see the land outside… More
Sometimes living abroad tricks us with a routine that warms us with a familiarity. Step by step, we adjust and adapt to everyday life living in a new world. But just when we think we’re getting comfortable, how quickly we’re reminded we’re American… More