I woke up on the first morning of my 30s to the sound of the waves crashing against the beautiful shores of Arugam Bay. We were staying there to celebrate my birthday, halfway through three weeks travelling around the south of Sri Lanka.
Rewind 9 years ago to the day and I was waking up a 21-year-old as the sun rose over Kho Phangan following the Full Moon Party, with no recollection of having gone to sleep. My two friends were to the side of me with the party still going on behind us. It was definitely a birthday to remember.. what I can remember of it. So, I thought this milestone needed to be marked in a similar way – perhaps with a few less sangsom buckets.
Riding elephants is one the most popular tourist activities in Asia but are you aware of the inhumane conditions they are kept in, the horrific way that are treated or how painful it is for them?
I can’t, however, begin to write a post preaching about the treatment of elephants within the tourist industry and the reasons you should never ride one without first addressing the fact that I have done it myself.
At the end of November, my colleague Andrew and I attended Newsrewired – a digital journalism conference hosted by journalism.co.uk at Reuters in Canary Wharf.
On the first of two days we watched as speakers from a variety of publications took to the stage to discuss various aspects of digital journalism – from storytelling for mobile to immersive video. This was then followed by an (optional) day of training.
I’ve never missed a plane before and after six hours in Heathrow airport I don’t think I ever will again.
It was the first weekend of December and one of my besties and I had decided to kick off the Christmas celebrations in style with a trip to Edinburgh.
We were heading to the Christmas markets which we had heard very good things about (it was revealed as the UK’s favourite this year!) but also to explore Scotland’s capital city having never been before.