Articles tagged with: backpacking with my daughter
My backpack, my daughter and me: Part 1
We set off on our European summer backpacking vacation one warm and sunny winter afternoon late in May. My daughter was 13. I was 30-something. We flew from Durban to London via Nairobi and found from the very beginning that learning while on the move is easier than ABC. Things are there all the time, waiting to be noticed, grasped and stored away in the memory with minimum effort.
My backpack, my daughter and me: Part 2
Our first night in Athens after arriving late in the evening and desperate for a place to drop our bodies and our backpacks, we found ourselves in the sleaziest hotel I have ever seen. But on the whole, Greece was great. So great, we spent almost a month there instead of the planned two weeks. This story recently won ‘Gold’ in the Bay Area Travel Writers internet travel article award category.