After writing about a million different beginnings to this blog post, all of which I felt were incredibly cheesy, I will start with a simple HIYA. Since my last blog post, which feels like it was a million years ago, a lot has happened. I slaved away day and night writing my dissertation (from which the hard work actually paid off, and I won an award and a little bit of money for it), I did a LOT of travelling, I graduated uni, and I got a new job and moved countries. As you do.
Known for its appeal as a cheap European city break, and the George Ezra song (obviously), Budapest is becoming an increasingly popular hotspot for British tourists. But how can you make the most of it in only 72 hours?
Having travelled to a fair few places by myself, I know just how important it is to ensure safety is a top priority. Unfortunately, not everywhere is as safe for solo female travellers as others – which is why it’s crucial to plan ahead, and be aware of any potential dangers wherever it is you’re staying.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s awful that when you decide to visit certain places as a solo female traveller, you’re going to be put in some potentially dangerous situations, and you have to take extra care to make sure you keep safe. Unfortunately, we live in a shitty world.
A mere week after my 3-week-long trip to Bali, I was lucky enough to go on an all expenses paid trip to Prague for the annual 10-day Journalism Bootcamp scholarship. Organised by the Bakala Foundation, the scholarship brings together 20 journalism students from around the world and includes daily workshops and lectures, taught by some of the best professionals in the field.
I knew I would love it, but I didn’t realise just how much. It was actually one of the best experiences of my life. Not only was I lucky enough to be chosen for a prestigious program that has given my future career a huge boost, but I’ve made friends for life.
Outside of the lectures and workshops, I wanted nothing more than to sample the very best of what Prague has to offer, since there’s just so much to see and do in this beautiful city.
It was generically reading Eat, Pray, Love six years ago because everyone else was doing it that made me want to go to Bali in the first place. So, when I finally got around to doing so, and found out that tourists are able to go and see the actual son of the medicine man from the book, I obviously jumped on board.