Get a load of Langkawi

Travelling has always induced endorphins for me. Looking back at my travel journeys I tended to be more goal oriented- get to destination, check in, get a beer, lounge by the beach. What fun was that though? How many of us have planned a vacation with so much scrutiny we forgot to even enjoy the little things- or the big things, that’ll be ballsy my friends. How many times have you taken a trip and fretted your vacation buddy or the hotel or the food, maybe even the weather?

Perhaps we could make the best out of these circumstances. So what if we have an infuriating little vacation buddy, have fun! Talk about the time you both had a good laugh or about the song that’s playing on the radio or how BREATHTAKING it actually is out there- you might not need to talk for this one so that’s a plus if he/she sounds like a squeaking chalk on a chalkboard. Don’t waste precious time arguing about how sucky the trip is, instead grab those sucky moments by the head and spin them around. Have a go at this my friends and you might just be my new vacation buddy!


When everything’s wrong, you make it right.

Coming home after a long stressful day to an empty home isn’t what most of us would fancy. I would personally favour coming home to my kids’ laughter – or cries when it is cranky time, a pet or maybe even a cactus. Having someone to love, spoil and depend on you is a different ball game altogether- except cats perhaps; we all know how much they want to take over the world.


Soak up nature

Being out in the field as a kid has always thought me about life and all it has to offer. Occasionally I wish we could all go back to the days we’d have bruises from gliding down a slide or falling off a spring rider. Life was so much easier then, the bruises heal and we get back on our feet as soon as we see what the climber or see saw has to offer. If only we had that attitude as an adult, disappointments would at no time bring us down.

Being an adult doesn’t mean the excitement has faded away.

Maturity is just a term lacklustre people use to describe me. So let your inner child out, you might amaze yourself with just how much you’ve missed being a kid again.