Don't stop reading this because you think Santorini, Greece is a crappy place tourists go!!! I'm going to tell you what I love about Santorini Greece... and you'll love it too, promise. It is a stunning, magical place that made me beyond happy. Like all Greek islands, there are tourists for good reason! The food,
I can assure you there will be follow-ups to this list of travel to India for tips on solo female travel in India. I've lived here for years now, and I'm still learning more and more about how to fit in here in India as a blonde girl. I have a lot of male Indian friends
To continue my post about whitewater rafting grade 5 rapids in the Nile River, the next day, we woke up hungover and tired. Krista and Matt were staying, and Tom and I had to catch the 'adventure bus' back to Kamapala about 2 hours. I was so happy to meet them, as I'd come from
Before you read this and think that I burn flags in my spare time I want to express that I love America! Ok with that being said, there are a lot of negatives (and some positives) to being an American when I’m traveling. As a tourist, it’s your responsibility to break the negative stereotypes of
So many backpackers don’t make it to Ireland because they don’t want to add an additional flight. That was why I didn’t go my first time to Europe. Even with budget airlines, sometimes flights seem out of the question. I absolutely loved Dublin, although I was there only 4 days. I hope that anyone who
This will contain a guest post from the wonderful Bena Mero, who was my tiny little superhero in Albania; she will let us in on the best of traveling to Albania, from a local's viewpoint. After leaving Corfu Island drunk as can be, and taking a very sickening ferry ride, Megan and I were in
The Anjuna Flea market on Wednesday is the queen of hippie flea markets. Rumor says it was started by the father hippie himself "eight finger Eddie" in 1975. Some will say it traced back further. Once the hippies had followed the ever famous trail through Eastern Europe and ending in Anjuna, they burned their passports
After 24 hours of travel and sleeping on lawn chairs, we got off the ferry in Corfu. The van from our chosen hostel, the Pink Palace, awaited us. “Have a shot of ouzo! You must!” said the way-too-cheerful-for-6AM Greek man. Drinking was the LAST thing I wanted to do, but Greeks have a way of
