A few months back we flew from Thailand in the east towards the bright lights of Western Europe! Although ecstatic to catch up with Aidan's parents and sister, we were both a little disappointed that we didn't quite make it to India or Nepal. After a bit of thought, we decided there was no better time than now. So, finding stupidly cheap tickets online from Portugal to Nepal, we went for it! Four flights and around 50 hours later, we'll both think twice before bo...

A bit tired of all the hassles of independent traveling, and also to save a bit of money, we decided to stay in one place for a full three weeks over Christmas and New Years'. We decided on Lisbon, Portugal for a few reasons. One; it is relatively cheap for a capital city in Europe; Two; we wanted to practice some Capoeira and learn a bit of portuguese for if we ever make it to Brazil; Three; we wanted somewhere homely to do some self catering and enjoy the festi...

Having just finished up her work as a nanny in North London, Aidan's sister Emily decided to meet us for our last week in Morocco. With the idea of not moving around too much and blending in with the other tourists, we decided to test our nerve with the infamous venders and tourist touts. We spent the week amongst the madness of Marrakesh! This city offered everything we were promised; fortune tellers, snake charmers, street entertainers and the most varied and ...

There came a point during our travels when we found ourselves frustrated by some locals attitudes towards us Westerners and our wallets. To try and put these emotions into perspective, as well as for therapeutic reasons, Jess wrote this poem... Lost in a world I don't understandOne among thousandsTrampling ancient culturesLike an out of tune marching band, Looking for rhythm, searching for reasonLittle did we knowWe're traveling in the wrong season, Caught up ...

Stopping for a roast chicken and chip roll on the way from Merzouga to Boulemane, we got chatting to a young French couple. They had already spent some time in and around the Dades Gorge, and recommended a nice guesthouse and a good trekking guide. Twenty minutes further down the road our bus pulled into bustling Boulemane. We were pleased with a bit more direction, but a little taken back when our French mate actually jumped off the bus and grabbed a well-dresse...