Just as I was sitting down with a coffee outside a London restaurant in the middle of St Martin’s Place, a young man with matted hair and a gaunt face walked into a telephone box, sat down and drifted off to sleep.

“Not a bad place for...

August, 2007

Several days after I returned from Togo the tenancy on my residence in Accra ended and as I handed over my keys, my status changed from volunteer to traveller.  I was now a snail with a house on my back and...

July, 2007

We’ve all done it; you go out for a pint of milk and you come back with a Kit Kat and a roll of sellotape.  The same thing happened to me the day after I sent my last email.  I went out for a loaf of bread and came back with a visa for

June, 2007

I bought a rusty umbrella from a street seller the other day that was probably once owned by a lolly pop lady from an English suburb.  It is a beautiful piece of equipment with a plastic pink handle and protruding spokes that have the power to blind passers-by.  My new...

                Travelling is a trip in more senses than one.  There is an inevitable come down when it’s over.  A come down you think you are prepared for but which hits you in the face like...

What Lorna Did Next

The Rough Introduction

For those of you who are unaware, I am currently...

May 2007

As I near the one month mile stone of my stay in Ghana I thought the time was ripe to deliver the first instalment of my trip.  Looking back on the build up to my departure to this slightly insane country, it’s safe to say I was a bit too...