A Bump In The Road – Stuck In Namibia

June 18, 2017

We sat in absolute silence, our heads bowed down with embarrassment at all the Toyota cars heading past us in the opposite direction, the direction that we were meant to be headed. The only noise that could be heard from our vehicle was the loud crunching of gravel underneath the car’s tyres and occasionally a loud thud against the windscreen as stones got spat up onto our windscreen out from the car in front of us. Tow ropes were attached firmly to the back of their car and the front of ours, two heads just visible above their front seats, laughing and dancing to the music coming from their radio. The atmosphere in our car however couldn’t have been more different, the gloom and misery hanging heavy in the air.

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Life: The Good, The Bad and The Beautiful

May 31, 2017

It’s Life. You Don’t Figure It Out. You Just Climb Up On The Beast And Ride’. – Rebecca Wells 

I remember when I was 13 and I had just entered high school. We were the little fish in the big pond and it seemed that our decisions within our social lives were the be all and end all of making it through high school alive. I remember looking up at the matrics (ages 17-18)  and thinking, ‘Damn! These girls are so grown up. Their school work must be so tough, they must all be in proper relationships and they most likely have life all figured out. They were the grown-ups of our school, they could hold a proper conversation about politics, science and economics and the teachers seemed to talk to them like a proper adult as opposed to how they dealt with little 14 year olds with braces and a school dress two sizes too big. Above all, being an adult meant that they certainly had their lives mapped out in front of them, finishing school and proceeding onto their business degrees at university followed by pursuing their high-powered careers. And then I turned 18.

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Maldives – Is It Really Paradise?

February 6, 2017

The bloody Maldives! I was SO excited that I was going to bed earlier each night in order to make the days go quicker. This was a TRIP OF A LIFETIME, a place that I had dreamt about going to for years prior, to experience tropical warm water for the first time in my life, the joys of surfing without a wetsuit. I think that I was as excited as I used to get as a child before Christmas where I would become so hyped up for Father Christmas’ arrival, and then get so scared that a random bearded stranger would soon be in my house that my parents would have to give a teaspoon of Stopayne to make me sleep. Yes Stopayne, get over your neurotic selves, it might not have been the best parenting option but I turned out alright in the end…more or less anyway.

Flying into the Maldives was a spectacle alone, the turquoise coloured oceans, the white sand spits in the middle of the ocean, boats zooming across the deep blue leaving a trail of white foam behind them. We were welcomed into the tiny airport of Male with a wave of overwhelming humidity, beads of sweat instantly trickling down our spine and dotting our foreheads. After a smooth baggage collection process (one always seems to underrate smaller airports for some reason), our surfboards had been put aside for us to come and grab them before heading off on a 45 minute boat ride to Kandooma, home to the wave of Kandooma right.

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How School Killed My Creativity

November 5, 2016


I had worked so hard on it. Shading in the different areas with my pencils, erasing my lines and redrawing them over and over again until I was satisfied. For once I had actually managed to avoid joining in with the conversation amongst my school mates and instead I had put my head down and worked hard. I had put a lot more hours into drawing that school shoe than I had put into anything art-related within the past five years. I took my drawing home and continued working on it until the late hours of the night. Don’t get me wrong, it certainly wasn’t what one would consider ‘a piece of art’, and certainly didn’t look as good as half of my classmates drawings of their school shoes, but I was proud of it. I was excited to hand it in.

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