More French cheese than you can shake a freshly baked baguette at
St Patricks Day in London. More parties, traditional bars & ceilidhs than you can shake a four leafed clover at
Your knees ache a little more after that hike, your hangover is a little worse, and your tolerance for nonsense is zero. This is backpacking in your 30's.
After having an incredible time exploring Patagonia - I’d had this un-moveable urge to get myself over to the Norwegian Fjords for some hiking & camping. I decided to book some extremely impromptu return flights from London to Bergen. I didn’t have any sort of clue what to expect, had done very little research, but... Continue Reading →