Getting off of a 20 hour bus journey and having to navigate yourself through a new city with backpacks on in the heat is definitely an experience, but a fun one for sure. And what better timing to navigate a new city’s metro system. We have learnt that public transport in Colombia works on payment cards that you top up so that was our first stop. We got the Metro which was remarkably clean and smooth running from the bus terminal to Poblado. We then had to walk up hill to the

We only have a week in Colombia but we felt we had to squeeze in two nights at Tayrona National Park. Some may say it was silly because we definitely could have benefited from slightly longer in our three Colombian locations however we bit the bullet and booked a flight from Bogotá to Santa Marta (the nearest city to Tayrona) on Wednesday lunchtime. Landing in Santa Marta was unlike any other airport experience. The airport was tiny for domestic flights only and the runway wa

7th September, Landing in the worlds most dangerous city at 3am I thought we were going to step out of the airport to a wild hustle and bustle but instead we were greeted by a peaceful taxi journey by a man named John down empty streets, John let us into the hostel and we attempted to get some sleep. The next morning it took a while for us to figure out how the city worked, heading for the bus and looking for a cash point. I was in awe at the colour and art that filled the st

I had my last therapy session this week, probably not forever (let’s be realistic), but for now. It’s a weird moment sitting in a room you didn’t even know six months ago and yet has seen more of the rawest parts of you than anything else. It felt like a moment to reflect on how much has changed, being able to see so clearly a difference between who I was when I walked into that room for the first time vs who I am now. It’s a really bizarre feeling knowing that you’ve done so

Do you start telling a story with what you were wearing? How funny is it that we worry so much about what to pack or what to wear, when a story never starts with what colour vest we had on or the matching set you were wearing at the time. The story always starts with the crazy adventure, the incredible view, the people you were with or the funny stories that took place. So why is choosing what to take the hardest decision ever? Our clothes are so important to our identity in

Preparations are well underway we’ve booked the flights and bought the bags. Maybe you could say that we have a plan (though that might be a bit of a stretch) but it just hasn’t hit my stomach yet. I get waves of excitement where I realise that the trip we have been dreaming of since we met is happening but it doesn’t feel real that I’m flying to the other side of the world with my best friend in three weeks time. best friend in question ^ When you go through a break up and t

If we start where it all began I am just a girl who idolised Zoella and Sprinkle of Glitter, I grew up eyes focused on blogs and YouTube. Over the years I made my own videos (you can still watched a beanboozled challenge if you look hard enough... (don't)) I have had about 700 instagram accounts and find myself most at joy when I am creating something to share with you (who are you??). Over the last five years I have spent a majority of my spare time pouring my heart into The