Travel. Before you start, you might plan loosely day one. If you’re smarter than me, you might sort day two out as well. But yeah. I don’t. I just start, then see what happens. Now, this is what’s gone on here. I did something similar with the podcast. I had no clue what I was doing, and some might argue I still don’t – that’s okay because today, I’ve got a new shiny logo! One of those professional ones, done by an Artist. As you can see above this paragraph, it’s what we have now, and I love...

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The second time I got robbed, I was happy. The first not so much, and then there was a third stint. All because of chicken. Maybe I should become vegan. Jokes aside, June, have you ever been mugged?

Italy. And, before you guess, yes, you’re right. This episode took me longer than a day to build. Rome. A capital hotspot for people like me or you, and probably the person who lives next door. But what happens when you meet the neighbour, and they’re from Rome? I guess you record a podcast together. Meet mine. He’s called Rich.

I once had a girlfriend who went to India, but I didn’t. I always wondered what it would be like, and now a few years later, I've decided to take a journey to the country myself. This episode explores the unpredictability of India and how I now find myself with Cobra lager, my microphone and a mix of questions which sound like, is India a good country to live or travel as a female?

The closest I’ve ever been to Belgium is when I nearly ended up in Antwerp when I was having a dissertation break down. Thankfully, I passed my degree, but unfortunately, I didn’t make the trip. Four years on, I can’t remember the name of my thesis, but I will remember the name of the Belgian folk dancer who is on the podcast today (even if the beer we’re drinking is 8.4%), meet Julie.

Six foot six. The height of someone you usually find in front of you at a festival. Instead, I’ve got one on the podcast. He’s a Dutch traveller who comes with a contagious laugh, so tuck yourself in because it’s time for some travel stories 😉

On this episode, I'm on holiday in Torquay, and as family trips go, I've bizarrely ended up doing a bit of Acro-Yoga around the corner from the hotel with an Earthling originally from Poland. I wonder how other families travel?

If I could tick off Turkish experience’s I can confidently say I’ve had a kebab, I’ve had a Turkish fade and maybe I can add a cheeky turkey sandwich to the list, why not. Now, it’s time for a new one, eating cotton candy given to me by a Turkish clay shooting expert. I do wonder though, for someone who now lives in the U.K who is from Turkey, what connects them?

This time last year I had problems with Liam Gallagher just as I was about to board a flight to the United States for three months. Now today on Songkran (Thai New Year), I find myself running around a University campus with a Poet from Thailand looking for the student bar. Happy New Year, the first round is on me, as you were.

Australia. The land down under (where beer does flow and men chunder.) I’ve never been, nor before my hostel days can I remember having a conversation with an Australian. My knowledge consisted of kangaroos, Australian themed bars in the U.K (Walkabout) and a song which passes itself down through to other generations. Now I’ve got an Aussie on the podcast I can ask questions like, do you drink Fosters mate?

Two cups of Bubble tea. One for me and one for a Taiwan scuba diver. I’m about to be initiated into the Taiwanese culture but don’t be fooled, despite the name, there are actual balls in the drink! Now, I'm curious, if you live in Taiwan, are you from China?

Mexico. I’ve been before. Not once but twice. Both times were accidents. Every day was a complete adventure. You just never knew what would happen. On my first trip, I got a nosebleed from a spicy taco. On my second visit, they wouldn’t let me leave the country. Right now, third time lucky, I find myself at a taco stall in Newcastle about to try a homemade recipe from a Mexican entrepreneur.

I didn’t expect anything to come out of my first afternoon-tea experience other than a ham sandwich and a scone, but the man who served me had an accent mixed between Brummie and something else, I had to ask what it was, and that conversation took me to the Czech Republic.

I haven’t spoken a word of French since school. Now in 2019, I’m with a French artist stuffing my face with ham and egg crêpes. It’s also given me the opportunity to test out my knowledge of the French alphabet, which my teacher used to make me sing. I wonder what else I can remember…

Joey, Johnny (Peel), and Jimmy. These are the three lads I lived with at University. We had a sports podcast called Four Up Top and Jimmy produced the music, so I got him to do it all again for this one. At Uni someone stole Jimmy’s cheesecake, broke the freezer, made the roof collapse and to top it all off, he lost the house keys to the whole house. As you can probably imagine, we got hardly any of our deposit back. Somehow, we are all still in touch.

Madness. I’ve been taken to a British pub by an Egyptian engineer for a mocktail. Buy one get one free on Bubble Gum Berry. Before I record any country, we always meet somewhere first, to help break the ice and get to know each other. Not only is this my first non-alcoholic cocktail, but I’ve also just found out it will be my first time hitting the record button in the dark…

I’m greeted by a Greek minimalist, as the sound of the bouzouki and the Geordie accent rings out through the front door, I’m not sure if I’m in Greece or Newcastle...

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