I have returned.


Playing with perspective in the salt flats. Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia.

Having spent six months exploring twelve countries across two continents, taking hundreds of buses and dozens of planes and of course using my own feet to walk an indeterminable number of miles, I’m finally home. It feels strange to be back – but a good strange, I think.

Travelling exhausted me. It broke me, it humbled me, it pained me. It was the best thing I have ever done. I’ve met amazing people, seen beautiful places, and lived out some amazing experiences. If you get the chance to get away, to explore the world, even if it’s just for a month at a time, do it.

Did I get any inspiration? Hell yes. Did I write? Nowhere near as much as I would have liked to. But yes, a little, and I hope to share the results soon.

I trust 2017 is now firmly in the back of your minds, and I hope 2018 treats you right.


I’m writing this from a motel room in Banff, Canada.

Roughly three weeks ago I quit my job. Over the next six months I will be travelling through Canada, Mexico, Guatemala, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, Chile and Argentina.

And so this blog will come to an end. Or maybe not. Certainly an indefinite hiatus. Ideally I’d like to update when I can over the coming months, but more than that I’d like to keep writing several projects as I travel – short stories, longer pieces, as well as general impressions and observations along the way. It’s going to be hard enough for me to devote time to that.

I’d like to thank those who have regularly read my posts on here, especially those who have taken the time out to give feedback, positive and negative. And perhaps some of you will still be around if/when I do come back.

All the best,


Updates (and general progress on everything) has slowed this month. But for good reason – I just returned from a two week holiday (a week in Miami South Beach, followed by another week in Cancun, which coincided with Spring Break). Too many burgers, nachos, cocktails, tequila shots, late nights, sunburn… It was a welcome break from work and the typical winter weather we see here in the UK, but I’m absolutely knackered now and in dire need of detoxification.


Me (the goon) with some Mayan architecture (the pyramid). You can check out my instagram (add @nickjparr) which contains a few more photos from the trip.

There is a potentially exciting joint project in the works, but I’ll hold back on sharing that until more has been confirmed. But the usual updates should start flowing again soon.


After an insane couple of weeks, I’m back in Guernsey. Croatia is a fantastic place, and while I only experienced the central, southern and coastal parts of the country, I’d love to return and see more of the northern and inland areas. Great food, stunning and varied vistas, fantastic climate and cheap beer – if you haven’t already been, Croatia should be your next holiday destination.

The first week consisted of a friend and I making our way up the coast from Dubrovnik to Split. On our way we passed through Cavtat, Dubrovnik, Markarska and Omis before meeting up with the rest of our crew in Split and starting the second part of our trip: The Yacht Week.

Circle Raft party. Oh yes.

Circle Raft party. I’m in there somewhere!

It’s just as good as it looks, believe me. It’s not a cheap trip, but you will be guaranteed an unforgettable week. Highlights included: Carpe Diem day parties in Hvar, jumping off abandoned submarine bases into the sea, inflatable mayhem at the Circleraft sea party and no doubt several more that will occur to me in flashbacks over the coming months. You have been warned however, it’s not exactly a relaxing week. Sunburn, hangovers, numerous stubbed toes and various bruises are inevitable. Nothing beats a hangover like a refreshing swim in the Adriatic: it’s what kept me going throughout the week. That and more beer.

Well this isn't gay. At all. Nope.

Well this isn’t gay. At all. Nope.

Due to some questionable travel decisions made weeks before the trip, I had the chance to get a bit of reading done on the way back. Choosing a connecting flight which is about £200 cheaper than a direct flight might seem like a good idea at the time of the booking, but the 15 hours I had to spend in Oslo airport, cold, miserable and suffering the hangover of a seven day party, were among the worst of my life. But at least I managed to finish Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad, The Plague by Albert Camus and a few short stories by Franz Kafka, most notably The Metamorphosis. Win some, lose some.

The crew (with skipper).

The crew (with skipper).