I’m in Cote d’Ivoire!! Like many countries on Africa’s west coast, the Ivory Coast (Cote d’Ivoire in French) requires a visa for tourists to enter. I’ve been blessed (or spoiled) with a New Zealand passport, so this minor inconvenience almost stopped me from visiting here. Generally I only visit countries without visa requirements or that

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Many mornings on the road begin with you lying in bed wondering what to do that day. On this particular morning, I was in Bruges. The thing about Bruges is it’s kind of uneventful, to be honest. Other than looking at cathedrals, most tourists tend to spend the day doing one of three things –

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So I needed a jacket. It was so cold in Amsterdam, and for some reason, I was without a jacket. Here’s the problem. In case you haven’t heard, I don’t buy clothes. Especially jackets. It’s because I have so many jackets at home in New Zealand, I’m quite sure I should never need to buy

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This hostel doesn’t feel like a hostel. It feels like a bus station. Maybe even an airport. I sit in the corner of this enormous foyer, the size of a school assembly hall, watching people check in. It’s like a factory line, boom, boom, boom, one after the other. They hand over a passport, she

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It’s still early, and I’ve been wandering these Amsterdam streets for a couple of hours now. Before I head home, there’s one more thing left to do. Something that everyone does here in Amsterdam. The Amsterdam red light district is probably the most famous in the world, rivalled only by Thailand’s Soi Cowboy or Patpong.

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Amsterdam is known globally for it’s “coffee shop culture”, but most people don’t know what it’s actually like inside one. Neither did I, so my dorm buddy Chris and I decided to go find out. Coffee shops aren’t hard to find. In central Amsterdam you’ll find many of them scattered through the grid of bakeries

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It was just happenstance that I found myself back in this city. I’d just finished the Camino with my family, and after some wandering we’d ended up here, in Málaga. After a few days in town, they’d all boarded their flights back to New Zealand, and here I was, in the middle of Plaza de

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This post is a part of my Sponsored Reader series. The KL Journal Hotel in Kuala Lumpur kindly agreed to pilot this idea with me. Crissy from the Philippines was the first lucky traveller to be chosen, and recently spent 3 days at The KL Journal exploring Malaysia’s capital. Check out her review of her

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