Secret Royalty On Tour

Travelling to the best of me, all over the world.

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  • 136. Listening to the music instead of the noise.

    Someone on Insta chat asked me the other day if I was having any Laos revelations yet. Like it was only a matter of time. There’s this persistent idea that a mid-life woman travelling alone must be either in crisis or on some kind of spiritual quest.As though the minute we cross a border we’re legally required…

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  • 135. Looking for a sign? Have I got the place for you.

     Today’s dispatch from Laos comes to you live from a series of signs that briefly convinced my amygdala I was in grave danger until it turned out I am absolutely fine. First up: Food is strictly prohibited in this area.Fair. Reasonable. We don’t have to eat everywhere do we?But I still felt strangely scolded, like…

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  • 134. Vang Vieng: A little café with a big truth

    There’s a reason I don’t stick to the beaten track: it has fewer discoveries. Which is how I found myself, on my first day in this small town on the Nam Song River, standing outside the Pull Mind café covered in dust in 30-degree heat, having a moment. What an inspired name. Because from where I’m standing…

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  • 133. A Singapore birthday: sweaty, scenic and surprisingly content

    Waking up on a non-significant birthday, alone in Singapore on a muggy early morning, was more than fine by me. It was a day of possibilities in a life that remains studded with them. And I think that’s about the best outcome I can ever ask for, whatever number I’m quietly ticking over. Perplexity and…

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  • 132. 48 hours in Buenos Aires.

    I love this place. Am I becoming relentless? I especially love the freedom here; I am out of the Jill fucking Brinsdon box people like to keep me in – of a certain age, of a certain profession, of a certain expectation. I am nobody here, and everybody.   My hair and eyes seem to give…

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  • 131. Last night in Bogota.

    So we are back in Bogotá and I have said bye for now to my friend and host. He has work to do, and I have set myself one final task here before I fly out tomorrow –  to find out how I would fit in and where I would live in Bogota, and find…

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