Raising the Bar

Bar Harbor, part of the Acadia National Park, is situated on Mount Desert Island in Maine, only a couple of hundred miles from the Canadian border. All but impossible to reach except by car, Kev and I somehow managed to align our Monday-Friday trip with the week’s only two shuttle buses from Bangor, an industrial…

Not all superheroes wear Cape Cod

The United Mates of America tour kicked off in style, as Katy (also known as Kevin) and I hit up a Stateside cultural hub, Dave & Buster's, for some chilli and beer. Providence, RI, the smallest state's biggest city, is a destination for budget airline Norwegian; their £179 fares were a deciding factor when we…

Runaway love

Happy Valentine’s Day! Before my Galentine’s dinner tonight, I’m (apparently) running a solid 12km in training for the BHF Warwick Half Marathon. It’s in less than 3 weeks, on March 5th, and I am 100% not ready. I was always aware that I’d probably lose motivation somewhere around this point: luckily, my friends have been…

It’s cheesy but it’s grate

It all began in a small, windowless Birmingham hotel room. A big weekend culminated in a Sunday morning where I teared up at Nigel Slater’s enthusiasm and shared a deeply questionable lunch of three side dishes with Kaf. Back in the safety of our living room, inspired by our earlier brush with Nigel, we passed the…

I doner what to sayย 

The transition period in to 2017 was significantly eventful and emotional, and there are many aspects of the last year that I am sad to say goodbye to.ย The new year invokes that blind optimism I like to share every Monday: fresh start, new year, new me, blah blah gym etc. Though none of my habits…

Been there, Dub that

Halloween can be scary. 15 of us descending on Dublin at Halloween? Downright terrifying. In celebration of Lord Rachel’s 23rd birthday, our clan converged on Raheny, a little village just north of Dublin, for a few days of fun, games and Guinness. I flew in on a Thursday night with Emily, my Best Birmingham Buddy….

BUCS blues

Once a year, early enough in the term so that essay guilt is minimal, an alarmingly large group of Warwick Surf members, current and past, descend on the little town of Newquay for a weekend of pints, pasties and Spoons breakfasts. It’s taken me a week to regain the mental capacity needed to relate the…

Bali belly

Is there any travelling illness more notorious or dreaded than ‘Bali belly’? ‘Belly’ loses its cuddly associations with cute, chubby babies and instead denotes miserable hours wasted in the bathroom. In my case, ‘Bali belly’ describes a lesser-known, altogether more favourable option: the joyful softness which only comes from good food, good drinks and good…

Southern Comfort

Inspired by a random conversation with a Canadian girl we met in Rotorua, Katy and I decided to skip a weekend on the North Island in Wellington in favour of a coastal hike in the Abel Tasman National Park, our first stop on the South Island. We were woefully underprepared for three days alone in…

New Zealand, new me

Time flies when you’re having fun, but this week on New Zealand’s North Island has gone slowly simply because we’ve packed in so much on the Kiwi Experience bus. Normally I’d write about food, but our backpacker budget has dwindled down to canned goods and apples (no complaints. NZ has a wide range of juicy,…

Sri Lanka: srisly good

I booked a trip to Sri Lanka in a rare moment of spontaneity: with an unexpected two week gap in my calendar, I closed my eyes, pointed on a map to this small island in the Indian Ocean, and bought a flight from Singapore to Colombo. After a year living in Australia, I still hadn’t…

Dora the Explorer in Singapura (not eating tempura)

I left the U.K. last Tuesday with a heavy heart (heavier bod all round if I’m being honest): after a year down under, it was great to be back home with my friends and family for a couple of weeks. My short trip home was an opportunity to savour all the culinary delights unavailable in…