Italy

Whether it’s a rustic medieval town, colourful beach resort or vibrant city there is an undeniable energy to Italy, and its people are at the core. Quiet afternoons in sleepy towns can explode into vivacious nights as the tanned locals take to the streets, cafes and bars to revel each other’s company, and busy cities swell with the cacophony and chaos of gesticulating inhabitants conversing at decibel levels usually reserved for car horns.

Italians embody la dolce vita, placing family, food, coffee and culture – all the good stuff – at the forefront of their lives. I reckon we could all learn a thing or two from our European pals, so with that in mind here’s a few reasons why we should all be more Italian. Continue reading →

Unfortunately for me travel has sort of become synonymous with shitting myself; a month participating and partying at the Edinburgh Fringe earned me the nick-name ‘pooper trooper’, a jaunt to Tenerife had me planning an arse-clenching escape route should my bowls run a wry on a booze cruise, and too much smoked salmon for breakfast in South Korea resulted in some rather unruly digestive movements. Now we all know, shit happens, especially when travelling, so why choose to inflict this involuntary intestinal terror upon myself willingly.

Now I’m not talking about travellers’ diarrhoea, food poisoning or even saturating my gut with cheap peach schnapps, I’m talking about the time I crapped my pants (thankfully in this case only in the figurative sense) on a high wire adventure course in Italy called Adrenaline Zone. Continue reading →