Hitting Ho Chi Minh City

I knew Ho Chi Minh City would be loud, I knew it would be busy and I knew it would seem manic after the calmness of Cambodia. However, what I didn’t know was that my taxi driver would play chicken with a 40 seater bus, whilst in the wrong lane, on the drive from the […]

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Gap yearing in Berrylands

“I’m going to really get under the skin of leafy, suburban London on my gap year,” said no-one, ever. But here I was, cast on my arm, dosed up on painkillers wondering when I could get out of the country again. I’ll admit there were a few moments where my frustration ran high, but the […]

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