Trekking in Sapa.

Trekking in Sapa.

Standing on the brink

the waterfall tumbling, pouring, charging below

the world

slipping off the edge

drowning in the sound

a certainty.


and in everything I have ever seen

all the oceans

and their pockets of jewels

the white sand

and the lilac sunsets

that was the moment I knew

I had found true beauty.


the kind that slowly and then

all at once

beckons the air

out of your lungs.


you know

that feeling

right before the rollercoaster drops.


you made me a crown

out of flowers and leaves

the flowers

that delicate pink.


what I’d do to be wearing that crown now.


the mountains

still rose above us

they demanded their place

kept us feeling small.


the glorious green paths

twisting like snakes across

that epic landscape.

your baby strapped tightly to my back.

I can still feel the red velvet.


below the water slipped seamlessly into

the stream. a steam I’d swim across

soon enough

stripped down whilst you pounced

from rock to rock.


oh how you made it look so effortless.


how can anything compare?

what can match a heart

so full

when invincible was

too quiet a word?


I wanted to let it all out

scream until all the love had

burst out of my lungs

finally giving me that space

to once again






let it all wash over you

now let it wash away.


Bangkok Mornings.

Bangkok Mornings.

Who would have thought

that those chance moments

hidden in the haze

of too many Chang

would have led us here?

I remember the room

as if it was yesterday. remember the

cool beige floors

sticky with the taste of

spilt beer

and god knows what else. the balcony looking out

over the river.

the locals hanging their washing and smoking that

sneaky cigarette

away from the prying eyes

of their family. we see you.

i see you.

a few hours that felt like

an eternity.

whilst our friends slept

we laughed

we cried

we put the world to rights.

i remember

we played Johnny Cash

beneath the stains of time

the feelings disappear

you are someone else

I am still right here

do you remember?

we felt it. we all felt it.

it was something

and nothing

all at once.

because that’s how it works, isn’t it?

when paths cross on a humid

Thai day. when one sewing needle forges

a pattern

with the next. two threads

so different

but somehow the same.

i knew you

and yet i didn’t know you at all.

but still the ink dried

and the memory was made.

now we write our story within the confines of

a paper envelope. every chapter


your tale

incomparable to mine.

who would have thought

that in the calamity

and darkness of

a Bangkok morning

a friendship would remain?

*This poem was originally posted on my blog

Why Travelling Ruins You.

Why Travelling Ruins You.

I’ve been home for two months now.

Two months of being reunited with my loved ones… some of whom I haven’t seen for next to two years. Laughter, tears, endless reminiscing. Beginning to make the plans that were just daydreams before. “See you soon” really means soon. The thousands of miles dissolved into but a line in our story.

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Love in All the Right Places.

Love in All the Right Places.

As the plane dipped through the clouds and the miles and miles of British greenery all of a sudden spun out into the horizon, it finally hit me. That I was coming home. That, for now, my travels had been folded away neatly into my diary, pinned to the pages as a memory. A surreal picture of my past.

I didn’t know how I would feel. Would I be sad? Deflated? Numb? Would I cry? Would it even feel real at all?

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The Importance of Travelling Alone.

The Importance of Travelling Alone.

It was going to be an apology. A desperate plea to make them understand, make them see where I was coming from. Why I gave everything up just to “keep on moving.”

Of course there was guilt. How could there not be? When you make a promise to commit the next six months of your life to share with another person, an important person, how can you not doubt your decision? The impact it has. The repercussions.

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