A quick overview of the past seven days in Javea, Spain.
We've all done it (those of use who've flown anyway), bought a cheap flight and congratulated ourselves on our frugal actions. Only to blow a chunk of our budget during the flight on food and drinks. An easy mistake to make, especially when you're in holiday mode. But for those of us on a budget,... Continue Reading →
I’ve got some spare time so thought I’d write an update on an upcoming holiday to Spain. Things are good as I’m on annual leave at the end of next week. We’re flying out next Sunday to Spain for 12 days to just relax, enjoy the food and swim in the sea. ‘But wait!’ I... Continue Reading →
I’ve been meaning to write this up for a while. I’ve been pretty busy the past few months with work etc. I started a new placement at work and have just completed some professional exams. Anyway, back to the blog. I want to discuss monetary lessons learned from a London trip with my partner. This... Continue Reading →
Hi my name is Drew. I'm 25, live in England and I have an unquenchable thirst for travel. There, that feels better. Cathartic, like an alcoholic at their first AA meeting. I started a new job in the latter half of 2016. It's the kind of job to make your parents proud. A three year grad... Continue Reading →
OK, so here's some example workouts for anyone who wants to add a body-weight routine to their travel exercise arsenal. Mix and match as you please. These are relatively quick sessions 25-35 minutes, so they are easy to fit in to your day. I did these when I was travelling, try to do one session of each... Continue Reading →
So this is something I have wanted to write for quite some time. In 2014 I graduated and left the UK with my partner to live and work in Australia on a 417 visa. After this we travelled through South East Asia and on to South America. You have to make a lot of compromises... Continue Reading →
I discovered the gym for the first time at school, when I was 15. I used to go on a Wednesday afternoon instead of rugby. I enjoyed rugby but I didn’t like the ‘jocks’ that were also playing it. I was a mosher, with my hair down past my shoulders. However, it wasn’t until my... Continue Reading →