So came the last full day of the trip. It began at 7am with a round of Wii golf and an iced coffee with Sam, a Maltese guy from the...

Do I still have time to join the avocado party? There’s late and there’s fashionably late. Maybe after that comes that really awkward...

Home away from home again. I absolutely love it at Spindrift. On the way to the bus station in Hikkaduwa to get back to Weligama, an...

After a crazy sweaty train ride, for an hour-and-a-half of which nobody could even lift a hand to scratch their nose and three or four...

I am a writer. I am a writer. I am a writer. In his book of tips on how to become a writer in the twenty-first century, Jeff Goins...

Adam nudged me awake this morning before his bus out to the Knuckles Mountain Range. We hugged and said goodbye. Sad, even if I was a bit...

Ella is a lovely spot. I can’t help but wonder what the rolling hills of misty rainforest would have looked like before tourism, but the...

I read in a guidebook before the trip that it’s easy to get stuck in Weligama as the days and even weeks roll by. I can completely...

I haven’t kept to the self-set schedule of posting a blog update every two days. Apologies to faithful readers. The last few days have...

I’m consistently having some of the best surfs I’ve ever had. While for some people travelling is about never having two days the same...

I shuffle out from under my thin sheet and slide the big box with number 4 painted on the side – my bed number – out from under my bunk....

Before I went to the USA on my own after dropping out of uni in Leeds, a very nice friend of mine, who I think sensed I was going through...

I woke up this morning to a mixture of giddy excitement and a dull feeling of anxiety. I still haven’t changed the alarm tone on my new...