First open water Scuba. The hut in the beachfront smelt like the sea, a saltiness lingering over everything. Despite its humble outward appearance, Precision was the word. Perfect rows of wetsuits hung by size next to precise row of scubapro fins, BCD, masks and snorkels. Despite it small presence whoever ran the scubadive centre was certainly organised. Behind the last row of gear I was met by a simple wooden desk, laptop and go pro it's only decoration. Be...

There is a great difference between a singer who sings jazz and a Jazz Singer. The venue was perfect, mood lighting, wooden chairs and tables holding up a weary wall drooping from a withered ceiling with a lazy fan pushing the smoky air. A red glow permeated from a lava lamp (classy not cheap!) onto the corner stage with old school upright piano shrouded in dusty curtain. A cellar door led to the half balcony where patrons hung over creaky banisters willing them...

Even travellers get lonely By oneself... The ups and downs of travellers moving on. It is interesting travelling alone. There are things I absolutely love about it. I love turning up at a hostel and meeting new people. Some you click with, other you don't. If you click to hang out, look for each other at breakfast, the bar and do cool things. This trip that was April, Nora and Andehui in Turkey and Martin, Kevin and Neil and Anne Marie in Kyrgyzstan. You also...