Five Foot Traveller Blog

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Walking in England

  I remember climbing high stone steps. I remember a large building and grey stone bricks with moss in the grooves and a kind old man asking if everything was all right when I...

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Lakes of Southern Thailand

When I think of all the beautiful places in this world, they strike me as usually having either one or both of two things: bodies of water or lots of mountains. Out of Thailand’s...

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Bukit Kutu- just another hill

Step. Swish. Skid. How many times will I need to slip on this stupid hill? I asked myself angrily. It ended up being a game. I would count the number of times I skidded...

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Club Med, Cherating Beach

A cool breeze was the only thing that was missing. I was lying down, propped up on my elbows with notebook and pen in hand, admiring the gorgeous blue sky and the shimmering South...

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Malaysia to Thailand by car

Planes are strange things. They cut short your travel time and make travelling easy, and yet when you fly you lose out on what travelling feels like. You hop on a plane, get served...

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Looking back on Bandung

I’m writing this nearly a month after returning from Indonesia. Most of the time it’s only after a media trip that I’m able to think about what actually happened. Media trips move very quickly....

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Kawah Putih in Bandung

I could smell the White Crater before I even reached it. Rotten eggs, I thought, as I went closer. No, scratch that. Make that thousands of rotten eggs. This particular brand of perfume wasn’t...

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Swept away by the Asian African Carnival

The street was a swirling sea of people. Bodies brushed against me in every direction- left, right and all around. I felt like a road cone stuck in heavy traffic, unable to move and...

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At home in Bo-Kaap

On March 2, 1653, after a long journey at sea, a slave called Abraham arrived as a stowaway on the shores of what is now Cape Town, South Africa. Abraham had escaped from his...

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Unplugging on the Rocky Mountaineer

In a world where speed is everything, travelling has become a bit of a miracle. We hop on a plane, cross time zones and jet-lagged and tired, arrive in a new city. Our flights...