I’ve lived in many places, and travelled to many more. I had a lot of fun getting there and being there, wherever there happened to be at the time. I climbed a castle wall in Czesky Krumlov, abseiled down cliffs to go caving in the west of Ireland, slept on the beach in Paros, got chased by a swarm of bees in Vourvourou (ok that wasn’t fun, but it was exciting), learned flower arranging in Tokyo, got caught in the middle of a riot in Seoul, learned to snowboard in Salzburg, got lost in a labyrinth in Budapest and had my icecream stolen by a gull in Cornwall. Yet in all this time, I have never written a single word about my travels. I have never kept a diary; I have hardly any photos because I lost most of them when an evil computer died, and it seems such a shame. So it stops here. From now on out, I shall try to keep an account of my adventures here. These are my first words, and these are my first photographs:
The fountain at Trafalgar Square in December 2009
Hiking in the Hawaiian rainforest, 2011
Camden horse tunnels, 2010
Where's my backpack? 