Learning to Paraglide in Spain

‘Don’t just vagabond,’ my friend Gonzo told me a few weeks before I left. ‘You’ve done that already. If you’re going away you should do something really amazing. Something you’ve always dreamt of doing.’ And so it was that I found myself late in the afternoon waiting at Malaga airport…

Toulouse to Malaga

Being in Toulouse had been incredibly relaxing. Leaving Toulouse was a different matter. The problem with having big nights is that when you’re alarm goes off in the morning, there is absolutely nothing that seems more appealing than staying in bed and continuing to sleep. If anyone ever figures how…

Getting ready to head off

Post #1: In which Des is about to set off on a journey into the (relative) unknown in search of kinder chocolate, adventure and spiritual fulfilment… Will I find it? Will I end up lost in the wilds of Romania, without food or water, and presumed dead? Follow my blog and find out!