An insight into the life of an outdoor gypsy – the highs, the lows, and everything inbetween.
I adjust my straps, sling my big red backpack over my shoulder and make my way to the check-in desk. I slip my passport onto the counter, drop my bag onto the scales, and smile at the check-in lady. I daydream my way through security and finally I’m buckled in, watching the land blur as we speed down the runway. I close my eyes and begin to reflect. This is the 39th flight I have been on during the past year. Flights have become a time for me to zone out, to reflect on where I’ve been and where I’m going. I start doing some maths in my head. During the past 5 years I haven’t spent more than 5 months in one place. And during the past 20 months, I haven’t spent more than 5 days in one place, apart from one 10-day stint in San Francisco. (more…)
I was in Nepal during the big earthquake in 2015. The week before the earthquake hit, I was hiking in the Annapurna area with a bunch of teenagers from New Zealand. Here’s an edit: