Coronavirus may have curtailed my Costa Rica adventure, but I know my journey is just beginning

I’m sitting in an almost empty airport in San Jose after a zippy drive up the Pacific coast through the dawn with a really friendly taxi driver who treated me to The Best of Red Hot Chili Peppers for most of the way. My lack of Spanish meant we couldn’t talk much, but he smiled…

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5 packing hacks I’ve learnt while preparing for yoga teacher training in Costa Rica

I love going on adventures but I really, really, really hate packing. I don’t know why I hate it so much; it must be my Achilles heal, or athlete’s foot. I find myself doing absolutely ANYTHING else but pack in the lead up to any impending departure. I do housework, I write poems, I start…

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Well, this is goodbye

I think zoeego has come to a natural end. I keep writing drafts and not wanting to post them and I think what this means is that deep down I don’t want to write here anymore. Tomorrow is the last day of the decade so in a way it’s fitting to leave it here, preserve…

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A trip to Oxford to see some extremely old hair grippies

The problem when I come to write in a public place – like here, in the restaurant on the rooftop of the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford, is that as soon as I open my laptop to type, a large portion of the English language floats lazily out of my head, along with my impetus to…

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The weirdness of flying in a plane

Something weird just happened to me. Without moving my head at all, I could flick my eyes to the left and see Eastbourne, the place in England where I live and spend most of my time, and I could flick them to the right and see the northern coast of France, the country I’m currently…

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Daphne du Maurier wrote her first book here but I forgot to bring a pen so I’m writing this stupid blog instead

Fowey is not pronounced Fow-ee. That’s the most surprising thing about this small Cornish fishing town. Everything else is exactly as it should be. Steep narrow streets, quaint cafes offering Cornish cream teas, crooked 16th century pubs, seagulls, little shops (selling postcards, chunky jewellery, floaty dresses and those tiny wooden sailing ships you’re supposed to…

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