Female solo travel to places that intrigue and inspire
There’s certainly no shortage of famous attractions, interesting museums and historic sites for travellers to visit on their trip to London, but what if you’re staying for a while, or this isn’t your first time in the city, and you’re…
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I’ve been a fan of the Brontë sisters ever since I was a ten year old with a voracious appetite for reading anything I could get my hands on, and my Mum gave me her copy of Charlotte Brontë’s Jane…
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Ever since I heard about the plans to set up the world’s first bricks-and-mortar Vagina Museum in Camden, London, I’ve been so excited to see it happen. As a society we’re so reluctant to talk about vaginas (well, I’m personally…
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I’ve always enjoyed walking, but I started doing longer hikes more frequently during my two years in Australia, in the outback, the bush and, most often, along the many coastal paths around the country. This year was my first summer…
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Tallinn is another one of those places that I have always wanted to visit, ever since studying the history of the USSR and communist rule in Europe at school, so, after ticking Krakow and Albania off my bucket list this…
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When I was staying in Bukit Lawang I made friends with an Indonesian woman around my age who was staying in the room next door to mine. Originally from nearby Medan, she had just left her job in Jakarta and…
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It’s been one week since the UK voted to leave the EU by a very narrow margin. It’s taken me that long to find the words and the energy to write this post, as I’ve swung between sadness, shock, anger,…
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I’m starting to learn that even the smallest of places can contain some intriguing slices of history. After my trip to the Glenn Miller Museum at RAF Twinwood last month, I went in search of more interesting or unusual places…
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There’s something special about travelling by train in Europe; perhaps it’s the many different terrains you can see from the window, the idea of passing seamlessly from one country to another, romantic notions from old films, or simply the joy…
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When I started secondary school, I desperately hoped to be picked to learn a musical instrument. I dreamed of the violin. I was gutted when I didn’t make the grade in the hand-clapping rhythm test, and made do with singing…
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