This post is part of my short series chronicling my experience volunteering in a refugee camp with the Roland Levinsky scholarship. You can read my first and second posts to catch up on my thoughts so far.
In Ljubljana, we spent the night behind bars, locked into the cell of a political prisoner.
As the sun sank, there was no view of the night sky, but rather just the navy-painted ceiling and my imagination. In the darkness, I could hear the distant clangs of other barred doors locking. Hours later, through one small square window chiseled in a meter of stone, the sun rose.
This is the second installment in my short series about volunteering in a refugee camp in France. You can read my first post here.
As some of you may remember from my impassioned word-vomit post a few months ago on why (and how) travelers should support refugees, in March I received a scholarship to help me volunteer at a refugee camp.
Well, the time has come for me to actually volunteer! The scholarship donors informed me that they like to keep up to date on the experience via social media and blogs, so I figured, well, obviously Endless Distances is the perfect outlet for that.
AUGUST. What a month. I think my lack of travel over the past few months of 2017 (#libraryslave) has been made up for by August. I’ve managed to see so many places that I’ve been wanderlusting over for years, as well as places that weren’t even on my radar. It’s been the big Eurotrip that I have longed for but been unable to find time/money for since I have been living in the U.K.
Our time in Vienna was so special, and that is largely down to the unique tour we took with Sophort HQ: a Vienna polaroid tour!
Today, I’m excited to share my highly researched gluten free afternoon tea London bucket list! (And, as I learned from the lovely Eppie, just in time for Afternoon Tea Week!). As y’all know, I am an afternoon tea fiend. I have to say, I’ve done pretty well on the gluten free scone front down here in Devon, the home of scones (and the best clotted cream, ever!). However, there isn’t anything quite like a real, London, afternoon tea experience – complete with the little finger sandwiches and cakes.
I’ve had a rather odd item on my bucket list for a while now: cuddling mini pigs in England.
I’m not sure how I first heard of Pennywell Farm, but it’s been on my radar ever since I lived in Exeter almost four years ago. As I approach the end of my time living in the Southwest, I’ve been trying to tick my Devon and Cornwall bucket list items. Cuddling mini pigs in England had finally made it to the top of that list!