Talalla

Paradise is a word that I throw around quite a bit. I guess i’m lucky enough to have seen some beautiful places. But believe me when I say that Talalla Beach was paradise.

Phu Quoc, Part 2- Riding South

It was the perfect morning to hang your washing out, warm and breezy with no sign of rain. At 8 am we were served eggs and pancakes while our feet sat buried deep in the soft sand of Long Beach. As the waves lapped against the shore nearby, we hatched our plan for the day,…

Phu Quoc, Part 1 – Riding North

Fresh Air has become an illusive figure in my life. I never used to notice it. Air was air. But now everything I write has this recurring theme. Fresh air. I crave it. And so in another quest to escape the polluted cauldron of Ho Chi Minh City, we packed our bags and headed to…

Island Reflections

  “…It’s not were you go. It’s how you feel for a moment in your life when your part of something, and if you find that moment it lasts forever.” Like most small communities, especially those in secluded places, there exists a culture of secrecy. An innate desire to protect and maintain a way of…

Ship Life

For the last two months I’ve worked from home, kind of. To be more precise, I live at work. I wake up at work, eat at work, exercise at work and socialise at work. My colleagues are from all over the world and our office is constantly on the move. For the past two months…