Caucasus Mountains - Georgia Not for the first time I found myself with my head in the toilet after drinking some godforsaken, transparent, local brew. I hate it, but thankfully it would seem that these events take place rarely and only when I drink what is essentially moonshine in order to fit in with local …
Kutaisi - Georgia It’s going to be hard to explain the following without sounding like a privileged f**kwit, but whether I like it or not, to a certain degree, depending on the context one chooses, and if I want to write openly, it’s something we are all going to have to accept from time to …
Amsterdam - The Netherlands Now bear with me as I try to take travel writing into the realm of work. Not that bullshit, social media, views driven, paid for by some crappy product you’ve never wanted or needed so that you can try and tell me how great Bali is while wearing a beautifully fitted …
Marseille to Paris - France Marseille had been a great success. Rut was more than happy to watch Argentina beat Wales for her first international rugby match and I got to see England scrape past Fiji with yet another far from impressive display. Still, both our teams had won, and we boarded the train to …
Lille to Marseille - France The story begins in Lille, a city that appeared notoriously difficult to get accommodation six months in advance, and one that did I didn’t have high expectations of. Five married guys and I were visiting for the final group stages of the Rugby World Cup, and somehow it fell on …
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