Winter's seminal spell has a relentless allure for explorers, professional and amateur alike, enraptured with the snow-capped peaks and array of winter sports Mother Nature delivers . But summer, with the emerald-rich tones of earthy-green forests, craggy peaks to explore, by hand, foot,on wheels, is a treasure trove of wild adventure once the ice melts.
The Azores islands, the Lost World-esque archipelago located in the bluey midst of the Atlantic Ocean somewhere between Portugal and mainland United States has a near mystic persona shrouded around it such is it's isolation and it's breathtaking volcanic creation.
A recent challenge set by my friends at KEEN saw myself and buddy (and Editor of Cooler Magazine) Lou Boyd truss up our backpacks and shoes to see if we could find adventure with just a weekend to do it in.
Wellness, in its many guises, fads and fashions, seems to have well and truly adopted its western assumed cloak of green shakes, downward dogs, gluten-free-gilded £15 a-pop avocado eateries and butt-skimming lycra.
How rich a lover I am of travel it is well-versed on these blogs pages. I have loved being a child of Europe, coming from mixed parentage, and spending my young years in Greece, learning French with my Belgian mother, schooling in England, living in France, loving Spain, snowboarding Austria, arms out-stretched in Italy. One country though, seems to have had me in it's loving and warm grasp since I was first taken there, not even yet a citizen of this planet, in my mother's pregnant belly.
I love to travel. Sometimes, you think you've found your spots, the places that set your soul on fire the most, somewhere you might keep returning too. I love being surprised, finding a new love for a place I first visit, and falling completely head over heels for it.
Bali has stolen a little piece of my heart and on my last trip there in January this year I set off for a few days exploring the azure waters and cruisy waves of Nusa Dua. I decided to try out the awesome new Chanel J12 watch, captured by my great friend and insanely talented photographer, Crille Rask. This is the result of our day playing in the water.
After a near two month hiatus from snowboarding through a combination of injuries and travels, come the first goldening of the leaves this autumn I had one thing on my mind: mountain adventures.
If you find yourself on travels for an extended period of time, whether it's making the most of a career break, the end of university, or have some time to make use of between jobs, sticking to a budget if you don't have income coming in can be daunting if you're on the road for a few months. Fresh off the boat, I've just completed 4 months travelling the world after a long 8 year stint working in London. I've compiled my best tips for how to best budget and be careful with your dollar whilst on the road below, followed by a dreamy video of an underwater adventure to Nusa Lembongan, meeting some of the extraordinary locals (below) whilst free diving.
So guys, I've emerged on the other side after a wildly righteous couple of months on the road and off the road in Latin America. Leavin' a little piece of my heart, my favourite shades and a whole heap of new friends, I've been piecing together the travel whirlwind that's been Latin America. Here's a run-down of what's been going down and a video high-light reel including bull-riding (a real taste of Costa Rican culture), a rosé ridden fishing and surf trip where we caught fresh tuna for a fish taco feast, and a balls-to-the-wall, high speed boat ride through the San Blas Islands in Panama to Colombia.
There's nothing like hustlin'/crowbarring a group of friends together for a workout. Training solo can sometimes get a little dry, and pulling together a homie or 2 for a group training session isn't just fun as heck, but can push you harder, as your amigos spur you on that extra bit.
Since landing across the pond Latin-side I have been elbows deep gorging on a medley of quite frankly stupidly delicious meals and treats, getting my munch on and more than once (ahem) drownin' in the zestiest, saltiest, god damn zangiest Margaritas around.
After a solid week out the mobile zone whilst I was off exploring the other-worldly islands of San Blas in Panama with the Kuna tribe (video to follow soon y'all!), fuelled by tasos of delicious Colombian coffee in Cartagena I have now finished the Costa Rica leg video edit for your viewin' pleasure!
A few weeks back my crew and I packed our bags and hot-tailed it over to Asturias in Northern Spain in search of waves and warm autumn wanderings. I love to check out new spots, land in new airports, sample the different, so jumped at the prospect of a last-minute trip to a part of Spain I hadn't yet been to.
The raw beauty of Asturias was evident from the get-go, the landscape boasting a near Jurassic Park rugged wildness to it. Think endless lush green hills, verdant forests packed thick with trees, exposed stone faces and rich, warm earth. We headed straight to our lodgings for the first part of our trip, the Alamar Surf House in Salinas, run by the smiling & super-welcoming Caco & crew. A colonial-style house facing the beachbreak of Salinas, Alamar makes you feel at home straight away, with invitations to hostel dinners, the offer of board hire and heaps of tips on the local spots readily given.