Cuba – bodega, kebab & The American
Between collapsing buildings, empty shops, and quiet resilience, we learned how Cuba’s daily life really works — through ration cards, dollar stores, and whispered truths.
Cuba – Samurai, rickshaw & yellow cheese
Breakfast in Havana was both wonderful and odd — homey eggs, fresh pineapple juice, and something vaguely resembling mortadella, but not a drop of milk for the coffee. Our rickshaw guide, whose English was as patchy as my Spanish, took us from a lovely church straight into a courtyard boxing ring, where he may or…
Cuba – Landed
Havana greeted me with collapsing colonial houses, overflowing rubbish bins, and pink convertibles lined up by the Capitol as if the city were still on parade. Our Airbnb was a curious mix of vintage charm and 1990s Poland, where shampoo didn’t exist but mojitos flowed freely. By night, we wandered past ruins and cats, eating…
Patagonia Girls – wind, penguins and Magellan
A final drive south, a trail by the Strait of Magellan, and three penguins on the beach—Patagonia’s perfect farewell gift
Delayed Flights, Birdwatching, and Spotted Legs: A Roztocze Tale
Roztocze gave me birdwatching at dawn, a lynx at night, and 27 mosquito bites in between. Lublin Airport gave me cold McDonald’s, no announcements, and a flight delay so long I could’ve walked to London. 10/10 trip. Would sweat through it again
Patagonia Girls – going solo, bouldering & retirement cruise!
Solo Patagonian adventure involving dodgy bridges, boulder-strewn ascents, a surprisingly supportive hiking crowd, and a brief moment of fame for my toy sheep. I beat the crowds, beat the weather forecast, and somehow beat the 8-hour hike in 5.5 — all before finding myself on a cruise surrounded by Americans, mushrooms from space, and a…
Patagonia Girls – Waterfalls, Guanacos & One Nearly Flattened Sheepdog
A glacial waterfall that roars like a freight train. Guanacos that look like drunk camel-llama hybrids. And me, nearly flattening a sheepdog with a rental car full of cheap Argentinian petrol. Just another leisurely day in Torres del Paine — powered by scenic smugness, zero hiking, and a desperate 4pm hunt for food. Welcome to…
Patagonia Girls – Avalanche, berries and W
Good morning, Torres del Paine! We’d booked ourselves into a hotel the night before, but thanks to a late arrival we didn’t get to see a bloody thing. First thing in the morning, we marched straight to the reception to try and extend our stay—until we heard the price. Four times what we paid online…
Patagonia Girls – horses, dead armadillo and construction site
A wild day in Patagonia: horse riding with views for days, unexpected stunts in the saddle, and a chaotic border-crossing road trip through dirt tracks and construction sites. From dead armadillos to wine-fuelled relief in Torres del Paine, this is travel with all its glory, grit, and glorious fuck-ups
Cotswolds – Squelching time!
I know I’ll sound like a crazy woman, but I’m one of those people who genuinely enjoy moody English weather. I love being blasted by the wind and rain—well, maybe not so much the rain—but the whole package of going for a long winter walk (preferably under blue skies) and then coming back to a…
Patagonia Girls – The Condor hunt!
Good morning, Manchester!Just kidding—we’re still in El Chaltén. It’s actually our last day here, but first, more walking: Mirador del Cerro Torre. The trail starts not far from our house, but we drove to the trailhead since we had to check out and leave the premises. Ready for the next adventure, with the AllTrails map…
Patagonia Girls – car bouldering!
Good morning El Chalten! It’s 9 a.m., it’s cloudy, rainy, and overall just shite hiking weather. Our muscles are a bit sore, so today’s adventure is a road trip! The road that passes through El Chaltén doesn’t actually end there—it carries on for another 30 km along the river before stopping abruptly next to what…
Patagonia Girls – No Fitz Roy for those ladies!
Good Morning, El Chaltén! It’s 6:30 on a Wednesday morning, and here’s your weather update: the skies are a brilliant blue, the temperature’s flirting with zero degrees, and the forecast for the rest of the day in town is bloody fantastic. As for the mountains? Well, fuck knows what’s going on up there. Now, let’s…
Patagonia Girls – We’re millionaires!
The night wasn’t terrible—mostly because the heating was cranked up, so we were warm despite sleeping in our clothes. I even decided to take a shower! Regretted it almost immediately. Ugh, fucking shower curtains—especially the ones in hotels or hostels. They cling to your body like an unwanted hug, and you can’t help but wonder…
Patagonia Girls – Big drive, border & glaciers
There are benefits to not having a fixed plan. I know it’s not for everyone, but if you don’t mind occasionally sleeping in not-so-nice places, it gives you the flexibility to adjust your plans based on how you feel or, more importantly in Patagonia, the weather. Of course, there are downsides—like scrolling through Booking.com during…
Patagonia Girls – Hold it tight!
This time, we made sure to close our door properly before turning in for the night—only because I went back to check and discovered it was open again. Here’s a bit of advice: don’t use dollars in Chile. I did, to pay for the hotel, and couldn’t figure out why people say it’s better to…
Azores – Good Morning Ponta Delgada!
Good morning, Ponta Delgada! What a great way to kick off the day. Homeboat delivers a breakfast hamper straight to your door – they even gave us a tablecloth, adding a little extra something special. Usually, when you get these breakfast baskets (which are pretty trendy these days) or stay in a basic hotel, the…
Patagonia Girls – well, not just yet!
The Capitol Good morning, Santiago! Or should I use the cleaning lady’s words: “Good morning, girls! You slept with your room door open!” Those two muppets who came back to the hotel before it got dark, scared for their lives, didn’t even bother to close the door—let alone lock it. Nope, it was just left…
Patagonia Girls – The jetlag
I arrived in Santiago first—and so did my period. Two hours of immigration later, feeling a bit under the weather, I finally settled into the hotel, popped some painkillers, and waited for M to arrive. I had picked a hotel with a rooftop pool because the photos online showed stunning views of the mountains. Well,…
Patagonia Girls – The Plan
My best friend lives in New Zealand, and I’m a Londoner—well, not born and bred, but after 10 years in the city, I think I’ve earned the right to call myself one. I’d been planning a trip to visit M for a while, and when the opportunity finally came, I gave her a call, only…
Azores – Pilot, boat and toilet.
Let’s start with London. It’s Saturday morning, and we were supposed to pack the night before, but instead, we ended up watching Grand Tour Special from Mongolia. Now, we’re running around like headless chickens trying to pack! Getting to Heathrow from our flat usually takes about 1 hour and 20 minutes by tube, or 40…
Azores – lets do it again!
We’ve been to the Azores before—pre-COVID! It seems like everything in life now is either pre- or post-COVID, with not much in between. As usual, we left booking our accommodation to the last minute, thinking that by the end of September, half the properties would be empty. What we didn’t realize is that, thanks to…
Refried Neurons 