The three to four months I spent in Georgia were thoroughly enjoyable, though I didn’t manage to take as much time as I would’ve liked to explore outside of the city. Met with challenges from both a lack of money and trying to create a stable work schedule teaching English online. There wasn’t much freedom …
It didn’t take me long to settle into life in Tbilisi. Albeit a very quiet and not-so-social life due to my working hours at the time. I’d found a flatshare in one of the more local areas of town. The entrance, hidden away through a tunnel the width of a car, leads into a long …
I arrived in Tbilisi, Georgia with a mixture of emotions: excited to be visiting a new country and feeling a little as though I was starting a new era; at the same time a little deflated to be leaving the piece of paradise I’d found in Sri Lanka. Exhausted, due to a slight issue where …
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? …
Day 8 continued… If I had thought the wind was bad at the top of Corkscrew Hill, the gusts that met me as I neared the Cliffs of Moher were horrific! The further I got along the road the less protection there was from the elements. There were no trees and few houses, all of …
Day 8 The first couple of hours out of Galway were highly uninspiring, and I was soon feeling that the best of the journey had already passed. It is a hard thing to feel motivated when you just see uninteresting road ahead, especially when there is so much of it yet to come. I was, …
