Little Adam’s Peak Nine Arch Bridge Ella Walla Falls It was late when the train finally pulled into Ella. Thanks to my new SIM card, I’d been able to get in touch with someone from my homestay who would be coming to meet me at the station. With a combination of lack of sleep, long …
I’d said my final goodbyes in Hanoi that morning, sad to be leaving beautiful people behind but very much ready to move on from the city, to explore new countries, to see what new adventures life has in store for me. After a long day of travelling (largely due to a long layover in Kuala …
Fashion Revolution Vietnam: a group of volunteers brought together through the common belief that looking good should not come at a cost to others or to the environment. We are part of a larger non-profit organisation which has a presence in over 100 countries around the world, working to demand greater transparency in the fashion …
Since returning to Hanoi I have been on a voyage of self-discovery and self-mastery. Pushing myself, striving towards personal goals. A big part of this journey has been working with the Fashion Revolution Vietnam team. Our purpose is to increase people’s knowledge in a bid for us all, as consumers, to work together to make …
What have I been doing while taking so long to tell you my Irish story? Well, it hasn’t all been plain sailing, there have been many ups and downs along the way, but here is a little run down of some highlights of the last seven months. Alongside striving to improve the website you are …
Day 15 A week or two before my arrival, my friend Danny had helped to put on a wall art event in Waterford centre. So, as this was where I was beginning the final leg of my journey he pointed me towards some of his favourite pieces. Now I struggle a little with stickman drawings, …
Day 14 The next morning was the coldest yet. I awoke early to get a good start on the day, and immediately made the decision not to get out of bed. I couldn’t bare to move the covers, instead curling into a tight ball and waiting until the sun rose and the earth began to …
Day 13 Exiting the field the following morning I found myself looking out over an expansive lake, the early sun flickering down upon the water. It was a cold but beautiful ride into the heart of Kinsale, the road leading around one body of water or another. Nearing the centre, I chose a coffee shop …
Day 11 It took five Weetabix and a banana for me to feel anything like human after the long day of wet riding to Dingle. With a plan to cycle the peninsula loop that morning, I realised my bike would first need some attention. At the end of each day I had been diving into …
Day 9 I awoke with a start worried that my tent might collapse under the force of the storm at any moment. The intense whooshing noise from the wind was accompanied by clattering sounds as objects outside were blown around. What to do? It sounded wild outside, should I sit here to wait it out? …
