Welcome to my travel ‘glob’

 Hey who let you in?!

Oh, the front door was open? No worries. In that case, welcome to my Glob!

I know what you’re thinking. Glob sounds weird. A bit like the noise a lasagna makes when it falls out of a window.

And that’s true. What’s also true is that there are so many blogs online that I couldn’t bear to add another. Plus I think ‘glob’ sounds hilarious.

When I was going through my 7 months of chemotherapy, I was dreaming of exploring the world. So when I beat cancer, and went and did it. And I’ve been doing it ever since.

Now you’re here, please make yourself at home. Enjoy my tips, tricks and stories from the world.

And most of all…enjoy the ‘glob’.

 

How I Didn’t Meet a Terrorist

How I Didn’t Meet a Terrorist

“I’m not a terrorist”. We’d only been on the flight for a few minutes. I hadn’t even had time to have my customary panic attack and this man was convincing me he wasn’t a terrorist. Which to me sounds like flimsy logic. When I was young my Mum would ask me, "did you...

What’s it like to see a live sex show?

What’s it like to see a live sex show?

“Does my asshole look as nice as his?” I asked my girlfriend. Her silence said more than words ever could. There were at least 100 of us in that room. All watching a petite, blonde, athletic looking woman take the pounding of a lifetime from a strapping bald man with...

What is it like to have cancer?

What is it like to have cancer?

What does cancer feel like? That's a great question. Well, cancer doesn't feel great. It's like making plans with a really cute girl, and then it starts raining so you have to change your plans from a picnic to a movie, then right before you leave home you rip your...

A town called David

A town called David

A town called David. I was in a town called David. And there was a black cat by me first thing in the morning. That much I remember. He was making some sort of noise, a cross between a meow and the word "why". It was all very surreal and haunting and didn't half make...

Baby

Baby

Mexico Nightlife - “Is this the mild one?” I asked. A question, directed at no one in particular. Unsurprisingly, there was no reply. Sitting at the end of a long table that felt less secure than my financial future, I hadn’t yet taken a bite of my food. Still, the...