I don’t usually make old ladies cry – but when I do, it’s because I’m standing atop a mountain on one leg.
I befriended a lovely Australian girl, Lauren, at ...
Lucerne is beautiful. I could leave my post just with that statement and splatter pictures everywhere, but everyone knows I’m way too long-winded for that. Luce...
Rewind back to Lyon, where I sat in an apartment room sending messages to potential hosts hoping to line up accommodation plans for my journey through Switzerla...
After Switzerland handed me a plate of harsh weather, I changed my clothes and dubiously embarked back out into the city. Part of me wished that I invested in a...
This post is simply about the first hour of my stay in Geneva, Switzerland.
My train arrived in Geneva and I immediately bolted to my next couchsurfing host'...
