“A quick walk to the waterfall”? Henry suggested as we made our way up the gangway and into the Icelandic town of Seyðisfjörðu. Our ferry had just arrived, departing Scrabster, the very tip of Scotland, 31 hours ago, sailing via the Faroe Islands to this tiny town in Eastern Iceland. I had met Henry in […]Read More
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Bleary-eyed, clutching my passport and a mass of belongings predictably tumbling out my overpacked day bag, I step off the plane and am instantly hit with a rush of cold air. An icy, British winter morning after 10 weeks in South America. I’d left temperatures of plus 25 degrees back in Lima, but secretly, I […]Read More
Just gone 6am, and the dark November sky in my hostel room was beginning to lighten. I pull on yesterdays clothes, still slung next to the bed and search for my bobble hat and scarf, before quietly leaving my dorm room to sleep. On the landing, a few early birds mill around, making plans for […]Read More