The French Diaries: Part 2 “An Adventure in Paris!”

My world has become a little surreal of late. A lot has happened since I first landed in Paris those four weeks ago. The next few days was spent learning about the French culture and getting to know Edouard’s parents, Christine and Pascal better. It was difficult communicating with anyone at first because even though…

The French Diaries: Part 1. “Paris”

I stand in the airport, bewildered and stunned suddenly at the noise rushing around my ears. Faces hurry past me, families laughing, couples scowling and children yawning sleepily as the clock chimed past an hour they had never seen before. I hitched my rucksack higher on my shoulders, a multi-coloured blaze of glory that the…

The Delos Diaries: Part 28 “Moon Rainbows on Passage!”

I sigh as my alarm goes off under my pillow, my headphones wrapping around my neck as I fumble to switch it off before it wakes anyone else up. It’s 11:45pm and my night shift on the second day of passage is about to start. I always give myself fifteen minutes before to get myself…

The Delos Diaries: Part 27 “Onwards to Brazil!”

  It’s the morning of our departure. I wake, my body burning for movement as we excitedly prepare Delos to leave Bird Rock. Yes, that’s right-we did return to that amazing place. After spending another week on Ascension Island, we decided we had no choice but to escape back to its protective rocky embrace. It’s…

The Delos Diaries: Part 26 “Becoming a Mermaid.”

We’re off early this morning. We’re heading to an amazing dive site called Bird Rock. It’s nice to get away from the island to be honest. I love Ascension, but already I know it’s time for us to leave. We’re here for another week and we’ve got a lot more adventures to be had, but…

The Delos Diaries: Part 22 “Sunsets, Rum and Baby Turtles.”

The next morning on Malin was beautiful. Tucking into freshly made bread and honey, I sat in the cockpit contentedly with a cup of tea. “I’ve never had bread with honey,” I admitted. Shock passed over Edouard’s face. “You have never had bread with honey?” he repeated. “But how, Elizabeth?” It seemed back in England…