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The Beginning of the Adventure

7:30 pm. I left the studio for the last time and slowly made my way home. As the bus trundled down the hill I was treated to the most majestic view of the city: the setting sun cast hues of gold onto the honey-coloured stone buildings, and its soft light reflected in the multitude of Georgian sash windows. Bath looked as beautiful as ever. I admired the view and breathed a great sigh of relief – it is quite the feeling knowing that 4½ years of university are practically over. And what a tough 4½ years it has been. Read more

Myths, Ruins and Magnificent Isolation: Glastonbury, England

If historic ruins are your thing and you ever find yourself in South West England, then forget Stonehenge – go to Glastonbury instead. Without a car it is harder to reach, but with a little knowledge of the local bus network it is less than 2 hours away from Bath.

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Travel Plans: June 2010

A few months ago I decided that life would be a lot more interesting if I said “yes” to more things. So on a slow February evening, when an old friend in Madrid suggested I drop by for a visit, I instantly took her up on the offer. That night we set aside 5 days in the middle of June for a mini-grad trip of sorts. With cheap flights flying from nearby Bristol and the promise of free accommodation, it was an offer I couldn’t refuse. Read more

All it takes is just one volcano…

If you’re on the ground here in Bath, you might pass the day without ever realising that something unprecedented is unfolding in the skies and airports across Northern Europe. It’s splashed out on the headlines of every major newspaper on the web – google news results for “Iceland ash cloud” and a whole host of articles will come up on your screen. Read more

Easter Morning: Bath, United Kingdom

When you live somewhere long enough, it’s easy to become desensitized to the very things that make it special. When we think of traveling we often neglect places closer to home in favour of more “exotic” destinations further afield. Read more

Las Fallas: 48 Hours in Valencia

Firecrackers, ninots and un poco de marcha. With the help of Tacho and friends, I embark on a journey to discover my inner Spaniard… or rather, my inner Valencian. Read more

Why I Fell in Love with Spain

Seeing as I’ll be off to Valencia in 3 days for Las Fallas, I thought I’d provide some thoughts on my first trip to Spain last June.

Beautiful Valencia

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Prologue

My earliest memories of travel involved being on 12-hour transpacific flights between Hong Kong and Canada. I will always remember the wonder of embarking on a Boeing 747 as a 7 or 8-year old – the sheer size of the cabin, the ginger ale that my siblings and I drank to stave off motion sickness, and the endless card games we’d play to pass the time. Read more