Return of the tan

In A Level French, I learnt that the reason we all like to have a tan is down to Coco Chanel (yes, the French fashion designer) falling asleep in the sun one day and waking up with beautifully tanned skin. This changed how we all saw tanned people because once upon a time you were working class outdoor labourers if you had a tan, but Coco Chanel changed this so that having a tan became fashionable. This is why whenever I get sunburnt, I blame Coco. I rarely manage to get a tan from lying in the sun. However, new … Continue reading Return of the tan


Going through airports, bus stations and train stations, I’ve noticed a lot of people have matching luggage. I’ve even seen someone use her matching vanity case as hand luggage, I didn’t think anyone actually done that. I don’t understand why people feel the need to have matching luggage. When I lived in Spain I had a giant navy blue suitcase, and a small flowery suitcase as hand luggage. In Germany, I’d swapped the navy blue suitcase for my sisters pink suitcase. When I went off to Australia, I got a bright blue suitcase for my hold luggage and I used … Continue reading Luggage

Beautiful Islands and Boat trips

I left Río on Monday and came to Ilha Grande (which means ‘Big Island’). It’s a few hours drive then a short boat ride away from Río. And it’s beautiful.  I got off the boat and walked a few metres, along the pier and a bit more, and there was my hostel, right on the sea front, with a beautiful view of the harbour with the mountains in the background. I arrived there shortly before sunset, and that was also beautiful to see too.  The hostel I stayed in (Che Lagarto) was great, it had a brilliant atmosphere, it was … Continue reading Beautiful Islands and Boat trips

Feathers, tassles, and barely-there beach wear

While in Rio ,  I decided to go to see a  Samba show, since Samba is a Brazilian style of dance. My evening began with dinner in a Churrasco- Brazilian BBQ.  I booked this night through Viator, as travelling alone I didn´ t want to wonder the streets of Rio alone at night looking for somewhere to see some Samba. I was with a few other people who had the same idea as me, which also meant I made a few friends too. After dinner, we were then taken to Plataforma, the place (I´m not sure whether to call it … Continue reading Feathers, tassles, and barely-there beach wear

An afternoon walk through a Favela

As part of the hop-on hop-off bus pass I’d purchased from the Bamba experience, I had a walking tour of a Favela in Río. Admittedly walking through a Favela does sound quite scary, but it was with a guide, and a group of people.   For anyone who doesn’t know, a Favela is a run-down neighbourhood, generally found in the hills behind all the expensive neighbourhoods. It’s a bit of a shanty-town but it’s run by gangs, so there’s a bit of gang politics going on throughout neighbourhoods. They have a reputation for being violent, and it is advised to tourists … Continue reading An afternoon walk through a Favela

Oh Christ!

Obviously in Río, the biggest icon is Christ the Redeemer, or Cristo Redento, as he’s known here. He’s the big dude that stands on top of Corcovado mountain, looking over the city, with his arms outstretched, his right hand pointing towards the coast. And of course, he’s one of the seven wonders of the world. I booked a trip to see him before I got to Río, just so I could guarantee seeing him. Typically British of me, I mentioned the not so nice weather I’d arrived to in a previous post (“‘Her name in Río and she dances on … Continue reading Oh Christ!

Women Only!

No, this post isn’t just for women. Just something I noticed in Río today when I was getting the metro- there are some carriages that are for women only, between certain times (rush hour tines), Monday to Saturday, but not public holidays. And the carriages are are pink and purple on the outside. It’s reassuring really if you’re a woman who uses the metro during rush hour, though I’ve found that the metro’s are quite safe anyway (I’ve been keeping my belongings close to me, but only in the same way that I’ve done on the metro in Madrid and Rome, … Continue reading Women Only!

‘Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand…’

Yes, the above lyrics are from a Duran Duran song, and I did post a link to the full version on youtube in a previous post (‘Song-inspiration…songsspiration?’), and those were the lyrics my sister texted me when I told her where my next stop was after Peru. Yes, it’s Río de Janeiro, Brazil. Since coming here actually I’ve learnt that it means ‘january river’. When the city was discovered, it was originally thought that it was a river rather than a city.   So I arrived here at the beginning of the week after a short flight from CUZ to LIM, … Continue reading ‘Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand…’

Peruvian Food and Drink (part 2)

As I was only half way through my time in Peru when I wrote part 1 of this, I obviously needed to do a second part to get a chance to write about any food I’ve missed out and new food and drink I’ve had.   In my first week in Peru, we had a Pachamanca ceremony. This is a ceremony in which we thank the Pachamama- Mother Earth- for our food. The food is cooked underground- hot wood is placed underground to cook it and its covered over with layers of leaves and soil. When the food is just … Continue reading Peruvian Food and Drink (part 2)