Pub golf island style – exploring the bars of West End, Roatan

Bars in West End, Roatan

Turning 27 isn’t an especially notable affair. It’s a fairly underwhelming age overall, edging one step further away from ‘mid-twenties’ and into ‘late-twenties-zone’. But turning 27 in a foreign country with new friends and new places to explore was a first for me, and therefore seemed like the perfect excuse to party.
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Becoming a Divemaster, Part II – the academics

PADI divemaster - the exams, the knowledge reviews and the mapping

“The academics” – it’s not the most inspiring title and, truth being told, it’s not the most inspiring part of the DMT (divemaster in training) programme. But at the risk of sounding like your mother / boss / headteacher, academics are integral to most of what we do. When it comes to diving, they are quite possibly the most important bit. It’s a shame therefore that the academic portion of the divemaster programme is often overlooked. Dive schools are keen to sell the time spent underwater, the friends you’ll make and the skills you’ll learn, but often avoid spelling out the details of what the less glamorous classroom time looks like. So allow me to enlighten you.
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Green-eyed in Ubud, Bali

Ubud, Indonesia

The human eye can see more shades of green than any other colour. This is thanks to our natural history – we’ve evolved against a background of lush fields and forests where the ability to recognise subtle shifts in the hue of our, predominantly green, surroundings could mean the difference between life and death-by-leopard. I picked up this fact when I was younger, pocketed it in the ‘pub-quiz’ compartment of my brain, and promptly forgot all about it. That is until I visited Bali.
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Becoming a Divemaster, Part I – a day in the life of a DMT

Training to be a DMT

Since my travels well and truly kicked off in July and I arrived in Roatan, Honduras, I’ve had a lot of emails and questions asking about what day-to-day life looks like for me. I’ve tempted you with pictures from beneath the ocean and stories from my romps and japers above sea-level. I’ve told the tales of my more ‘blog-worthy experiences’, and shared tit-bits of my activities in my monthly round-ups, but I’ll hold my hands up to the fact that accounts of my ‘normal’ daily doings have been somewhat scant. So please allow me to remedy that now.
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What we want vs. what we need

Travel blogging - you really need a laptop

Leaving behind the materialistic, consumer-driven rat-race in search of a simpler way of living – it’s the driving force behind many people’s choice to travel the world. For me, it was a liberating experience to sell my house and the majority of my possessions, to sever the connection between the material things that tethered me to the UK and to pack my life into just one backpack. It was a welcome realisation to find that I didn’t miss the things that I’d taken for granted at home, the things that I assumed that I needed. Nail varnish, makeup, high-heels and expensive hair products have become obsolete, I wear a rotation of the same 9 or 10 outfits without batting an eyelid, and staples of normal evenings in at home – TV, microwave meals, hot showers – have quickly faded into a distant memory of a life that I no longer really crave. After a couple of months living merrily in more spartan conditions, I congratulated myself on the knowledge that I didn’t need large amounts of money or expensive things to make my travels happy ones.
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Month #2 – the good, the bad and the unexpected

Ellie Anywhere monthly roundup

Location: Roatan, Honduras The good The XVI Roatan International Fishing Tournament After 6 weeks of living in the West End of Roatan, I’d become happily accustomed to its gentle pace of life. Lazy days and relaxed evenings bleed into alcohol-fueled nocturnal activities, but when it comes to noise, hubbub and all-night parties, Roatan sits happily in the shadow of her party animal sister, Utila. That is until the weekend of the fishing tournament.
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Why Roatan should be your next travel destination

Roatan, Honduras

When I first made the decision to move to Roatan, I wasn’t surprised to find that not many people had heard of it. This little island, nestled in the Caribbean bay off the coast of Honduras, is but a tiny blip on the UK tourist industry’s radar. But what did surprise me was how violent the reaction to travelling to Honduras was. People were aghast to hear that I was willingly moving to ‘the most dangerous place in the world’. “Careful you don’t get stabbed”, or “make sure you carry a rape alarm” we’re standard nuggets of advice that people who had never even been to Honduras were so sagely offering me.
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Shark week

Silky shark, Roatan

On July 5th, the Discovery Channel celebrated it’s annual airing of its ode to big fish – Shark Week. Unfortunately for me, on July 5th, I was stuck in a landlocked city in England with about as much hope of seeing a shark as I did of seeing the Loch Ness Monster, and so the week passed me by with little acknowledgement other than the odd sharky snap popping up on my Instagram feed. But arriving in Central America with three months solid diving stretching ahead of me, I began to consider the prospect of coming face to face with a shark a little more seriously.
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Rehoming my dogs to travel

Leaving your pets to travel the world

How I made the heart-wrenching decision to travel the world and leave my pets behind I love dogs. I always have. I love all animals in fact but, at a push, I’d call myself a dog person. When I left home for university and endured a 4-year dog-free existence, I decided that enough was enough. It was time to fill the puppy shaped hole in my life. Choosing which breed to go for was easy enough; I loved big dogs but knew it would be unfair to have one whilst I worked full-time, so wanted to find a compromise, something with small enough legs that it didn’t need long rambling walks twice daily, but a huge personality to make up for it. Enter the pug.
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