I remember vividly the first time that I had a panic attack. I was in the toilets at work around 7 years ago. I was 24.
Travelling is not all first class flights, glamorous getaways and exciting adventures. Sometimes we all need a duvet day.
A city with a perimeter dotted by individual green peaked mountains in the South West of China it makes for very picturesque views.
I thought it was going to be all about skyscrapers, high flyers and expense, but I’m pleased to say I was wrong.
Up until now things have just been ticking along the same at home, nothing much changing from day to day or week to week. This is big deal and something I’m not quite sure how I will cope with yet.
Please forgive me for this contemptible rant, but I’ve developed an almost debilitating pet hate in the time that I have been travelling.
Between my heavily freckled skin and his beard people just don’t know who to stare at first most of the time.
It was a half hour walk to our first break and a real baptism of fire, as we immediately began hauling ourselves up a dusty, crumbling and what seemed like vertical path in the blazing midday heat.
In the part of the world where Brasil, Argentina and Paraguay meet lies one of the most astoundingly beautiful things that I have ever seen.