It was in Italy where my appearance, that in northern Europe had marked me out as different-but-not-obviously-what-kind-of-different, stood me in good stead. The blonde girls in the hostels complained about having their bums pinched, about being harassed on the street by boys following them and whistling at them. Here in Italy, my colouring fitted in.… Continue reading Megan’s travel diary – Italy
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Megan’s travel diary
The hostel kitchen was small and smelt of garbage. All the cups and plates were chipped and some of the saucepans didn't have handles, but it was a kitchen, and having access to a kitchen meant having a hot meal but not at restaurant prices. I was boiling pasta and avoiding the stares of the… Continue reading Megan’s travel diary
