Having explored the Kenai peninsula we were keen to fit as much into the ten days we had left of our Inca to Inuit adventure. Desperate to venture as far north as our little car would take us we…
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Alaska, the last frontier and the ultimate adventure playground. When Jake and I decided where we wanted to travel some three years ago, one thing was clear, we wanted to see and explore Alaska. To us, Alaska was an…
My first few moments in a new city are spent comparing it to places I’ve been to before. It’s a bad habit that I seem to have developed over the course of the past ten months and to be…
Standing on the corner of Goodge Street in central London, ten months ago I reluctantly waved goodbye to my friend Lucy. Under strict instruction not to open the card she had left for me until I got on the…
In an attempt to try and find some sunshine along the so-called sunshine coast, the three of us packed up the car and headed South to L.A along the Big Sur Claimed to be one of the greatest meetings…
I think the longest I’ve been without seeing my sister, Kayleigh is the three months I spent in China some ten years ago. Apart from that brief stint we’re never normally more than a couple of weeks away from…
Perched high above the Colorado River in the red desert lands of Northern Utah stands over 2,000 natural stone arches. These sandstone arches stand proudly amongst a landscape of contrasting colours, landforms and textures unlike any other on Earth.…
The drive from Colorado into Utah has to be up there as one of the most stunning drives of our US leg. Having run into an old pipe smoking guy at the local tap-house in the foothills of the…
Those of our friends who had spent their gap years travelling had told us ahead of our trip that we would make many travelling buddies during our Inca to Inuit adventure. Arriving at our first hostel in Huanchaco, Peru…
Both Jake and I come from fairly traditional families each with our own quirky take on festive tradition. For Jake it’s a BBQ brunch in the woods on Christmas day, for me, it’s an Easter Sunday of competitive  egg…