Pig Ribs

I have this part of my body that is only akin to a roast dinner with pork belly. Its all skin and podge, and it sits neatly under my bra and above my little round untoned belly; like awning for a patio. I can grab it in a crab claw hand and shake it with humour, […]

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Grandad

Theres a hustle and bustle of bodies, all cramming into the house. People have parked miles down the road and march to the gate in the crisp wintry air, clutching treats and festively wrapped gifts. The doorbell doesn’t need to go because they’ve been spotted coming up the garden path and the great flurry of welcomes […]

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The Rules of a Lackpacker

There is a super fun part of travelling. A subject so hushed up and silent that its existence becomes a secret. An essential part of the backpacking experience, the secret is shared by everyone with a rucksack the size of their body and the weight of a small wardrobe. By everyone who has tan that […]

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The Socially, Physically and Compulsively Awkward Butterfly

Let me first apologise for my lateness. As in life where I am perpetually a minimum of 15 minutes late for absolutely everything, thus my writing has become a part of that same lazy force. Lateness doesn’t bother me in my daily home life, although it probably bothers my friends, family and employers (sorry guys) […]

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The Uncomfortable Risk-taker

When backpacking, or even generally in life, you will inevitably meet circumstances of spontaneity and risk that you either embrace whole heartedly, diving into the exciting attractions of that unknown abyss. Or you run, crying back to your capsule bed/comforting cocoon of stability and dressing gown of protection. These opportunities vary. Travellers examples range from […]

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The Intrepid Solo Traveller

So the crucial factor in any travelling situation, let alone in a solo one, is this; Do you, or do you not, go naked in the shower? Yes, there are cubicles with doors and locks, there is privacy, there are also people; everywhere. But a bikini dousing is not enough. You just cannot get clean like […]

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Late night mash dash

So, Ive just ordered takeaway mash potato to be delivered to my hotel. Yes. I am that girl. I also don’t look like the below photo without the help of good lighting, make up, filters and fat pants. Saucy. So hi! My name is Alex, AKA Melons, the nickname I have been so uncomfortably and […]

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