Well, there we have it. 30 days of The International Exchange done and dusted and what an emotional rollercoaster they’ve been... To see...

Somehow I’ve reached the final week at Barefeet – where on earth has the time gone?! I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to cope with...

The International Exchange isn't 30 days of non-stop slogging. Weekends here are a precious commodity, as they give you a chance to...

This week I’ve been head down, bum up trying to make a serious start on these objectives. Time seems to be slipping through my fingers,...

Somehow week one in the Barefeet office is coming to an end. Previous TIE participants from Octopus had warned me that the 30 days would...

Today was one of those days which puts everything into perspective. One of Barefeet’s five ‘toes’ is a program called Outreach. The team...

It’s fair to say my arrival in Zambia was slightly ‘eventful’, having started with the lovely man at passport control telling me he’d...

I promised myself when I decided to blog about my journey that I’d remain true to myself and be as candid as possible. Well, today is...

I am not a lover of spontaniety. Or taking risks. Or being outside of my comfort zone. An example of my ridiculousness - until the age of...