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In two days time I will be sitting on a flight back to England after spending 6 months away from home, travelling around the world, across varying landscapes, through enormous cities and strikingly empty beaches, from freezing my arse off waiting for sunrise at The Grand Canyon to sweating my tits off watching the sun set over Bangkok. This is ludicrous.

Three years ago I was making frothy coffees for the weird and wonderful in Brighton, not really considering that life held much in the way of an exciting future for me, content to drift along enjoying hanging out with friends and living by the sea.

Then I met Lovisa and all of a sudden life was golden.

Without resorting to a revolting, awkward and unnecessary public display of affection (she is right next to me, asleep. If I really wanted to I could wake her up and display my affection right now in the sanctity of our hotel room. Written down that comes across a bit perverted and innuendo-y. I assure you that ‘my affection’ is not a euphemism for anything), I’d just like to point out that it was my really brilliant girlfriend who told me that it could be fun to go and see the world, instead of working at Nando’s for the rest of my life, and because of her beautiful little mind I am the happiest person in the world right now.

And it might not seem like much when you consider that your girlfriend is rubbish compared to mine and I continue to draw attention to it, but at least you get to share in my happiness through my mediocre blog. Everyone’s a winner baby.


The Grand Canyon is big. Anyone that has been there will you tell you that, and that it is so big that no pictures can do it justice and that it doesn’t matter how big you think it is going to be, it will always be bigger when you get there and it will take your breath away and blah, blah, blah. Basically, people give this place a build up almost as big as they want you to believe it is and so it would take a pretty remarkable feat of physical enormousness for it not to be a massive let down (but not that massive! Get it?!!)

So thank goodness it’s so bloody big then.

Here, the peak in the middle with the Rice Krispie-ish looking rock on the top is over 5 miles away.

To give a sense of perspective, you could fit all of the London Underground’s zone 1 in between where I stood, and that point which is only about halfway across the whole canyon.

So it’s big.

Which is good because you can pull heart attack inducing stunts like pretending to hang off the edge of a 1000 metre sheer drop.

Also, if a child drops a toy there is a really small chance that he or she will ever find it again, meaning there is a much better chance that we could stumble upon it and take pictures of it.


If you want to see more pictures and learn some Swedish while you’re at it, Lovisa did a blog post with lots more on it because she isn’t lazy like me. It’s here and it’s lovely.