Armenia · Markets

GUM Market in Yerevan

That I love markets is no secret. Why I love fresh produce ones  even has a post all of its own. So it should come as no surprise that when I arrived in Yerevan I was delighted to hear there was an amazing one close by.

Actually, amazing doesn’t quite do it. A better word would be extraordinary or maybe spectacular? Anyways, it blew my mind. From the outside the building is nothing special but once you step through those front doors you enter a different world. One where dried fruits reign supreme. Continue reading “GUM Market in Yerevan”

Mozambique · Random Musings

An ode to dhows

The world is made up of all types of people: there are train geeks, airplane aficionados, car enthusiasts and  boat admirers. I’ve never considered myself any of them. Ok, yes, given the choice I’ll take the train over a plane or car but that’s only because I like traveling slowly – and they are more environmentally friendly – not because trains are special. My point is I’ve never cared much for the method of transport. Instead its always been about the journey and the destination.

That all changed in 2016 when I went from Mozambique Island to a beach near Nacala by Dhow. Whats a Dhow? Dhows are the traditional sailboat of all fishermen and merchants in the Indian Ocean. Its been around for centuries. They are so emblematic of the Indian Ocean that the Dubai opera house is designed to look like one.  Continue reading “An ode to dhows”



Seeing as I’m picking up the pieces and reactivating this dormant blog it only seems fair that I reblog my first post. Plus, its still as true today as it was back in 2014. 🙂

A Restless Traveler

Traveling for me is not an option, it’s essential. It’s a non-negotiable, intricate  aspect of who I am. I guess you could say I suffer from an incurable case of wanderlust.

Why do I feel so strongly about traveling?

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Random Musings

Hostels. The good, the bad and the outstanding. What’s the difference?

Over the years I’ve stayed in countless hostels. – Yes, I’ve stayed in guesthouses, home stays, airbnbs, and the house of a cousin of a friend of a friend too but this post is about hostels so bear with me.  I’ve stayed in hostels so chic and dignified they would have given your average hotel a run for its money. Others so basic they were the definition of spartan. And one so vile I only spent a night there because I had absolutely no other option.

But mainly most hostels around the world are alright, whether you stay in a dorm or in private room they cater to what you really need when traveling: a place to put your things down and sleep.

So, if most hostels do a fine job of catering to the basic needs of any traveller why then are there some that years later I still remember fondly and when occasion has arisen have returned to, whereas others are quickly forgotten?

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Having spent the last 6 years in the northern hemisphere I sorely missed spending the holiday season under the sun so when Christmas 2017 approached I treated myself to 12 days in Mozambique. Unfortunately I couldn’t stay longer but of those 12 days I spent a week in Chizavane with my two best friends. Needless to say it was money and time well spent.

And what a setting. OMG. I don’t think the words exist -or maybe I simply don’t have the skill- to describe  how sublime it was.

A few facts and photos will have to do.

Chizavane is 250 km from Maputo, the capital of Mozambique. Xai Xai, the nearest town is 40kms away. So yes, its pretty secluded. Continue reading “Chizavane”

Mozambique · Random Musings

A trip down memory lane

People form the north hemisphere have it all wrong regarding Christmas and New Year’s. I mean, ok, Christmas in winter is kind of cool but New year’s? Its horrid! I grew up in Mozambique, where the holidays are in the peak of summer. As kids we would go to a beach days after Christmas and depending on how long the adults were on holidays we’d stay there for a week or two or three. It was always the highlight of my summer holiday. In my late teenage years and early twenties I continued to do the same, only difference is I went with my boyfriend and friends instead of family.

Nothing can quite compare to those days lazying about under the sun. We would often leave “home” early in the morning and only return sometime mid-afternoon when we were hungry. Only to run back outdoors as soon as we’d finished eating. Sometimes the adults would organize an excursion to another beach nearby but mostly we were on our own, free to do as we pleased. Everyday a different adventure.

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My week in utopia

This summer I spent a month in Turkey with my 72-year-old dad. We couchsurfed the entire time and it was Amazing! But that’s a story for another day because what I want to share with you now is about the best week I’ve spent in a very long time.

We were something like three weeks into our holidays and after the chaos of Istanbul and time spent in other cities (Izmir and Denizli/Pamukkale) I was in dire need of a beach break. A relaxing beach break. Continue reading “My week in utopia”