We journeyed to San Pedro de Atacama partly in search of its promised cosmic vistas of our local neighbourhood galaxy. One night we took a guided ‘star tour’ out of the town to gaze through a dozen telescopes( ranging from the modest to the elaborate) at star clusters, nebulae, breathtakingly bright binary stars and saturn, rings and all. We set the camera on the ground and left it for the longest possible exposure to capture this picture of the Milky Way above us. This is our home.
TBEX Bloggers HQ at Equity Point Hostel
A couple of weeks ago, on the first day of the TBU travel blogging conference in Porto, I waxed lyrical about having found my passion and feeling hyped about being a travel blogger. I had been inspired by Dave and Deb of the Planet D‘s keynote speech.
Since then, things haven’t been so simple. I’ve had moments of despair, thinking no way do I want to do this if that’s what I have to do. The issue is marketing and monetization – two words that make me cringe. Read more
Sandboarding in San Pedro de Atacama is one of the most popular activities in Chile’s oasis in the desert. I wasn’t keen – my co-ordination is abysmal and I’ve never done anything like it before, but when the lady in the tour shop asked “why don’t you want to do it? It’s fun,” I had no good answer. So the next day I found myself, sandboard in hand, heading into the desert. Read more
We spent about six weeks in Salta, Argentina and fell in love with its laid-back charm, cobbled streets and terracotta roofs. Practically the whole town closes from 1-5pm – even the surgeons go home to spend time with their families – giving a taste of the pace of life and values of the city. These were our highlights. Read more
My mum’s family are homebirds. At one point there were four generations living under one roof at Nan’s house. My mum and I were the only women in the family not living within a 10-mile radius, and we were only an hour down the motorway.
I was never like that: the black sheep who aged ten went to Selfridges to see Santa and declared that London was where she’d be as a grown-up. Unless of course I was whisked away to Miss Cackle’s Academy for Witches. The list got longer as I did: New York, Buenos Aires, Barcelona. I planned to never stop moving. Read more
Seeing southern right whales in Puerto Madryn was one of the highlights of our trip so far. The whole boat was silenced into awe as the magnificent creatures inched closer to our boat. This one came particularly close, spraying its breath into the air as it surfaced. Wow, was all I could think.