Workaway: A trade of… what exactly?

For the life of me I can not seem to actually achieve a sense of working while away with the … More

6: What’s your poison?

No man’s land had left us in purgatory for seven hours. Not in France, not in the UK, without transit … More

Sir, what are you doing? ‘…Cigarette?’ ‘After, back inside’ It was 4am on a dark, cold night in November. Stuck … More

As we woke the following morning we made our way as close to the centre as possible and began to … More

Iva, Liam and I arrived into Amsterdam late on Sunday afternoon. It was only the day before that we had plumped … More

Like smashing atoms against the hard spine of the Spanish dictionary I stare into the dark space where knowledge and … More

Manically I flap around in frantic and sleep deprived haze aware only of my looming deadline. I’ve adopted a style … More

We woke up at separate times, in a haze, confused as to where we possibly were. I woke up with the … More

The remit was simple. We had to catch a bus at 23:00 to London and from there meet a connection … More

Jardin, Colombia Jardin, like a spec of flint on an alpaca wool jumper, is nestled deep in the South West … More