Volunteering has really helped us stretch our budget whilst travelling the world. We first tried it out in Australia when we lost our job at a sweet potato farm after only 6 days. We drove to the beach, covered in red soil, eating a pot-noodle whilst feeling very sorry for ourselves and our dwindling bank balance, when a chap pulled up besides us with a flyer. He asked us if we were looking for work and we asked him if he was a psychic. We ended up helping him and his family for a month at a beach resort. CLICK HERE TO READ MORE
We made an effort to walk a different part of the Algarve’s coastline on our days off and for our last trip we explored the area near Praia De São Rafael. There were two little beaches to the east and then we turned back and walked west along the coastal trail. The sea wasn’t crystal clear, once again – I can’t help but be a little disappointed with the sea in the Algarve. CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING
We’d seen photos of this insane hidden beach inside a cave all over the internet and if there was one thing we had to do while volunteering in Portugal it was visit Benagil cave. I did some research online and found out:
– You can get a boat ride to the cave from Benagil Beach, but they don’t allow you to get off the boat. Therefore you can’t actually explore the cave on foot, relax on the beach or take the coolest photos imaginable.
– There’s no nearby kayak rentals. Instead companies elsewhere offer tours along the coast…we hate tours so that was a no-go.
– The final option was to swim to the cave from Benagil Beach. The distance isn’t far but it all depends on the weather and sea conditions.
Even though I’m a terrible swimmer, option 3 seemed like the only one for us. CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING
We filled the Land Rover with camping gear as if we were going away for two weeks as appose to the two days we had planned. Our hosts sorted out a tent for us to borrow and we stocked up the cool box with beers, cheese and snacks for our days off. It was a bit of an anticlimactic start to the day when we decided to head to the little village of Alte. Our satnav took us the most convoluted route through the insanely narrow and CLICK TO CONTINUE READING
Normally when we get to a new destination I’ll research what the area has to offer, but Portugal was different, we just made a decision to go there and didn’t really know what to expect. We were based in the countryside about 5km from the coast and luckily we had very kind hosts who allowed us to use their Land Rover on our days off. It gave us a chance to explore the area and feel like wealthy country-folk CLICK TO CONTINUE READING
Once again we’ve been volunteering to extend our travels as its a cheap way to explore new areas. This time we’ve based ourselves in a Quinta (small farm) in The Algarve, Portugal. We work about 25 hours a week and get free food and accommodation, and this place was a great find with our own granny flat and delicious CLICK TO CONTINUE READING
So after two amazing months in Morocco I thought it would be good to let you guys know our favourite spots in the country. So here they are in no particular order:
This is the magical blue town that seems to fill Instagram these days. Every building, door, nook and cranny in the walled medina are painted blue and it’s one of the prettiest towns we’ve ever visited. Green pastures roll down one side of the town while the Rif Mountains rise up the other. It’s a perfect place for a mix of activities; you can CLICK TO CONTINUE READING
Marrakesh was our final destination in Morocco and it was quite a shock to the system. Suddenly there were tourists everywhere and we couldn’t believe how little everyone was wearing. I’d consider what some women were wearing as slutty if I saw them in England, let alone in a Muslim country. Even though morocco isn’t strict with the dress code it’s more of a respect thing and I was bloody embarrassed CLICK TO CONTINUE READING
We hiked the mountain at the end of March 2017 when there was snow from just below the refuge up to the summit. We tried researching certain things online and couldn’t get confirmed answers so here’s some things that you may find helpful: CLICK TO CONTINUE READING
I was relieved to wake up with a clear head and no signs of altitude sickness so we were safe to hike. We had an awful nights sleep in the dorm and even with ear plugs in I could hear strangers snoring and farting and it drove me mad. We’d anticipated a bitterly cold night but decided not to rent sleeping-bags in Imlil due to the extra money and weight, and instead we used free blankets at the refuge…my god did they smell bad! It was like a mix of cabbage, cheese and stale farts and every time I moved the smell would waft up my nostrils CLICK TO CONTINUE READING