Hey girl! Going on an adventure? There’s some best travel apps for that and you’ve come to the right place! Get your phone out and peruse the selection we have before you. These are the Best Travel Apps you need to download before you go off on your merry way. You’ll be rocking it on the road in no time and be just that extra bit savvy! Kapow!
You’ve landed! You’re ready! You’re gonna travel like a boss and get knee deep into the culture woohoo! By all means, jump into everything you can and hang with the locals but whoa there buddy: some people have got some nasty tricks up their sleeve. Ever since falling for the milk scam in Cambodia, I asked the experienced travellers out there to share their Travel Scams in Asia stories and oh boy do we have a few! Sit back, become a little wiser and run a mile if you start to sniff any of these out!
Me and boats have never seen eye to eye. I paid for a booze cruise in Spain when I was 18 and was so seasick I never even managed to drink a drop of the alcohol I paid for *boohoo*. I was recently reunited with how crap I feel on boats in Taiwan on my way to Green Island and Lanyu Island and apart from the seasickness tablets you can take, here are 5 Ways To Kick Seasickness in the Butt and come off the other end of your journey looking relatively alive.
Sometimes, we can get ourselves into trouble whilst travelling. Things can happen that we most certainly didn’t plan and then we need help. Becoming pregnant whilst travelling isn’t on everyone’s bucket list. It wasn’t on mine and still isn’t…but I’ve been there. It happened to me. I made the decision to have an abortion. Being a solo female traveller, in a country which isn’t my home and not having anyone with me: that’s tough. Read on for invaluable information on where to get an abortion in Asia and my personal story.
As I’ve got older, the amount of times I’ve read women’s magazines and tutted with an unpleasant concoction of frustration, disappointment and disdain has steadily increased. You just don’t need that crap in your life. They make you feel fat, they name and shame your fellow female comrades and they encourage you to spend a hell of a lot of money on stuff to make yourself beautiful in this society, when already, you are totally rocking it girl.
13 years old. Wide-eyed, totally confused about my inner self and drenched in the blackest of the blackest goth attire because, hey, it’s the year 2000 and nu-metal has completely engulfed me. Stomping forwards in my ruby-red cracked DMs with no real grace through the streets of London, Brixton, I’ve just pulled myself out of the darkest, sweat-inducing, beer-flowing walls of the Academy. I’m high on the electrifying riffs of Slipknot and dizzy from all of the thrashing and mayhem. I charge like a baby rhino towards the tube to return home, because my parents have warned me, people ‘are going to rob me for every penny’ here. Head down, ploughing through, ascending the concrete station steps, nearly there then…