Travel

Give me a mountain to climb, a city to explore, or a new dish to taste – and I’ll be happy.

Postcards from Grand Canyon

I’ve been really excited to write this post for a few reasons. First, it’s a milestone of sorts, as it’s the last travel-only story of the In Search of Americana series. This also means that next up is a social issue post touching on a whole range of topics, from …

Postcards from Zion

I grew up in a city. It wasn’t a particularly big city; its population of roughly one million has remained stagnant since the nineties. Still, it defined the kind of childhood I had. Instead of going to hikes, my friends and I would wander around a nearby ravine below the …

Postcards from Yosemite

Where is your happy place? For the longest time, I thought mine was in a busy café in the middle of a bustling city. I still love the city life, I really do, but I’ve slowly realised that no place moves me quite like the mountains. Yosemite was the first …

Postcards from Austin

“My dog ate pot brownies,” said Sarah, half amused and half concerned. “I’ve never seen her so subdued.” The door to Sarah’s room, where her dog was sleeping off her desert, was closed shut. Our host – all long brown hair, loose clothes and tattoos – sat on the front …

Postcards from Los Angeles

I looked greedily out the window: stucco houses and palms and drive-ins, the whole mad thing, the ragged promised land, the fantastic end of America. – Jack Kerouac, On the Road Los Angeles. I’ve heard so many conflicting stories about this city that I simply had to see it for …

Postcards from the Bay

Every adventure has a beginning, and mine started with warm sunshine, soft breeze and the soothing sound of ocean waves. Sounds idyllic? Welcome to The Bay Area. During the first few days in the U.S. we stayed with my university friends in Oakland, a sprawling city in the East Bay …