It’s not actually Pride season in the U.K just yet, but seeing as the internet is in Pride mania, I thought I’d pop in my thoughts on how to survive the weekend that is Pride festival.
So here’s another peak into my travel scrapbook, this time from my trip that took me from Munich to Prague.
We’ve all heard how the environment is in danger, maybe you’ve even watched Before The Flood (definitely recommend I watched it on the plane to Costa Rica and cried but mainly from sleep deprivation). But how much impact do we really have?
I’ve been putting off writing about Costa Rica because a) I’m still sad that I’m back and b) I don’t even know where to begin. But if there’s one thing I want to put out into the world wide web that would have helped me when planning my trip, is a little information on how to get around.
So let’s be honest, there’s nothing like a pride parade or festival. Literally. Nothing can quite top the colour, glitter, love, and ridiculousness. And the one that takes the biscuit (Is that a saying? I feel like it is) is the one that takes place in Brighton.
Ah Prague! Before I went everyone was like “Prague is the most magical beautiful city in Europe” and I was like nah can’t be that good… but y’all. This is one gorgeous city.
Is there a more controversial topic when it gets to travel and photography? Probably, but nothing gets people heated like the idea of selfie sticks.
In the space of 2 weeks I managed to tick off the top 3 beer drinking cities in the world, by complete accident. Starting with Munich.
Oooooh so I’m back with another instalment of my travel scrapbook. I feel like I’ve improved a lot this time and it’s actually starting to look like how I want it to! Although one of the challenges is finding actual words and remembering what happened on said trip weeks after it happened, so next time I’m gonna keep a diary ON THE GO. (How exciting)
So whilst I’m chilling at home for a little while, I thought I’d low key give a shout out to this little town in the west country of England. A lot of people hate their home towns and although that was the case for me before I moved away for a few years, I’ve come back now and fallen a little bit in love with it.