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.
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.
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.
So yeah, I’m on YouTube now!
I really want to get into film making, documentary, montage-ing (that’s a word right?) and re-visit vlogging, so here we go! Hopefully it’ll be a decided improvement from my poor comedy skills as a 15 year old…
So this year of our lord 2016 I decided to start making a scrapbook of all my travels. I keep admiring all of these gorgeous travel diaries on Pinterest but being too scared to start one. It never quite turns out as aesthetically pleasing, but I thought you know, yolo.
So you, a solo traveller, have somehow managed to book yourself into a holiday with 5+ other people. You’re all sharing this tiny AirBnB flat someone found and found some dirt cheap flights to the closest Spanish island.