Waking with my head cleaved in two I could only stomach some small sips of coffee over breakfast. The festivities of the night had left me a shell of my former self and I spent the entire morning on my own sleeping next to a dog and chickens in an attempt to quietly get over my hideously embarrassing hangover. My futile attempt at recovery didn't work and before I knew it we were saddled up again ready for the days trek. This time Moa accompanied us as we spl...

There's something about falling asleep on a bus during a long night time journey that I love. The sleeping (often gently snoring) bodies wearing eye masks and blankets pulled up to chins, rocking back and forth with the bumps and turns of the road is both amusing and strangely calming. Watching the world outside through a crack in the curtains rush past in bursts of light and dark silhouettes and finding that perfect sweet spot in which you can finally fall aslee...