Back at it again with the travel posts! I swear that’s all I have the energy for these days. To be honest there’s lots I could have blogged about so far, but I prefer to micro-blog it on my personal Twitter and Facebook as I don’t want to deal with ignorance or trolling in my comments. I’m finding that even on those platforms I’m still dealing with the wildest ignorance, and that’s largely from people I know, let alone inviting the whole internet to spin my spirit. The world is in a dark era right now, and even as a social commentator, you need to work out for yourself when to speak, where to speak, and what to speak. And above all, how to do all of that whilst protecting your mind from repetitive negativity. For now, in this particular space, I’m choosing to share carefree things; things that hopefully inspire people to know that all these issues may consistently be attempting to drown you, but there will always be days where you’ll be able to get up and swim, and on those days you need front crawl to your place of peace.
I’ve wanted to go to Croatia for the longest time, so when some friends said to join the end leg of their trip, I said ‘of course’ :).
I don’t really have much to say in this post except that it was as beautiful as I expected it to be. When you land in Split, one of its greatest attributes are its amazing mountains which you can pretty much see from wherever you are. It’s also in these mountains that some of Game of Thrones was filmed…which I found out on my last day whilst speaking to my taxi driver. Sigh.
The beach closest to where we were – Znjan beach – was interesting…and by that I mean that the sand was literally only about 1 metre’s worth from the sea, and after that it was pebbles, lol. So if you’re thinking about visiting Split for its beaches, make sure there is actually a sandy seashore…if you’re into lying on the beach and sunbathing. A lot of them seem to be of that similar calibre.
It’s been a while since I wrote a proper post so hello and thanks for sticking with me. I have many excuses, two of which I’ll be expanding on in this post 🙂
I need travel, and travel needs me…at least that’s what I tell myself, and so in the months of May, June and rounding up in July, I went to the continent (Hi Raven Simone) of Africa for the first time. ‘What?!’ I hear you say. Yeah…don’t @ me, I don’t want to explain.
The first place I went to was Nigeria.
Like I said, this was my first time going, and as soon as I landed in Mohammed Murtala International Airport, I thought ‘I really fit in here’ hahaha. I went for a family wedding, and people kept asking me ‘How does it feel? Is it a culture shock?’ and my response was ‘No’. Listen, when you grow up as a Nigerian, though nothing compares to actually being in Nigeria, everything else is the same; the language, the haggling, the culture…etc. Literally it’s just a shift in location.
Where and why
As you guys probably already know, I try to do at least one solo European trip each year (or at least a European trip), and this year’s destination was Czech Republic. Prague to be precise. Shoutout to BA on Facebook for enabling me to get the package deal of life. It was actually cheaper altogether than any European trip I’ve ever done – and I’m usually on that budget airline and hostel tip O_O – so yeah…within approximately 5-15 minutes of seeing it advertised, I’d bought and booked my trip.
In April I took a long weekend solo trip to Porto in Portugal.
I knew from last year that I wanted to visit Portugal, and for a long time it seemed as if it wouldn’t happen, but things worked out. Initially when I thought of going, I did consider going to Lisbon…but only for a split second. Why? Because in my mind I can go to Lisbon anytime. And that’s a key component about when I choose to go somewhere solo; it has to be somewhere that I most likely wouldn’t visit again and is unique enough to be worth a visit. Porto fit the bill for me. Up until the moment I got there I didn’t know what I would be doing aside from making sure I visited the beach, and doing a cursory glance at the metro map to make sure I knew where to get off and get to where I was staying.
I recently went to Trinidad and Tobago for a good friends’ wedding, and these are a few pictures of the good times I had there. I did have a DSLR with me, but it was often more convenient and less hassle to use my phone so I just instagrammed a lot. Trinidad is such a beautiful island, as is Tobago which I managed to visit as well. But above all else, the people were the thing I can recommend most about both places. Friendly, helpful and always cracking a joke at every opportunity. Words can’t really do it justice, it’s one of those ones where you have to see it for yourself.
Just in case you are planning to visit, here are a few things to do or take into consideration:
If you’re looking for a funny post. It’s the next one. Or thereabouts. This post is a mini update on my
Because you care.
So two weeks ago I went to Paris on a long weekend. The aromatic fumes of London were giving me headaches and it made perfect sense to me to exchange it for Paris’ classier brand.
I got what I didn’t really wish for.
Choked to death at nearly every foot by chain-smoking Parisians. I’m sure I even saw a dog with a cigarette in its paw. At times I thought I was going to die, then I thought to myself ‘stop being dramatic’. So I prayed against lung cancer instead.