In between, Chan - our tuk tuk driver - dropped us back at the hotel for a power nap and breakfast. In the hotel they treat us like gods, bowing, pointing their hands at us in prayer, laughing at our jokes, asking why we allow natural disasters to happen... It's a bit embarrassing actually, but tourism here is relatively new, and I suspect they'll relax eventually.
From Mexico to Lithuania to Japan, my book will chart the ups and downs of my globetrotting to date, and show how I developed from a child who thought travelling without the support of his family would be impossible, to a 21 year old who set off for Australia without them.
We had been in Hong Kong for five days, marvelling at their mild December. Through osmosis, I'd learnt even more about the culture than I already knew. But there were still parts of my history that I hadn't really considered until I was here, having dinner with long lost everyones and watching everyday life play out for the people who shared my DNA.
The world is more transfixed by the loss of Flight MH370 than any other recent aviation disaster; but not so much because we want to know why, as where.
I was out of my depth in more ways than one! I was swimming from the Caribbean island of Nevis to nearby St Kitts on Easter Sunday, a day when typically I'd expect to be gorging on chocolate eggs and not trying out an altogether different kind of island hopping.
Rome will always be an enigmatic and culturally treasured European city, but there are a number of reasons why 2015 is the year you should visit for the first time, and if you've already been, why it's time to go back...
Here are some highlights of foodie tips and places to visit which I came across during my recent visit to Edinburgh.
We were greeted warmly at reception and our luggage was carried up to our room by one of the staff. Situated next to reception was the bar and restaurant, which were decorated in warm, dark colours and an ornate staircase, with decorative lighting hanging all the way up, led from the reception up to the bedrooms.
We make the long, tiring and costly journey twice a year because we love family and they are important to us. And like anything you place importance upon, you make time for it. Or at least, do your best to find some time to invest. You are willing to brave the journey of sitting in a flying metal tube with a toddler for hours on end.
We bought the van, we spent the money on repairs, we packed up our goods, we said goodbye to family and we boarded a ferry to France. EEEEK! We've been away for a month now and it's only now that we are getting used to be being around each other 24/7. The first three weeks were HARD! And I mean really HARD!!
Within about a five minute walk of both hotels is Bunte Schokowelt or Ritter Sport World. I could have spent ages here in the café alone with their Ritter Sport inspired pastries and cakes. You'll find this venue by looking for the brightly coloured flags.
Travelling makes me happy because it blesses me with some of the best and funniest memories I have in my life so far. Singing Grease Medley on a rooftop in Palermo (those poor locals), paragliding off a cliff in Turkey, falling over inside a pyramid in Egypt, and falling in a lake when visiting relatives in Germany all make for great stories, but even better memories.
The villages (most hilltop) dotted around the Dordogne are visually striking La Roque-Gageac and Domme are both listed as 'the most beautiful villages in France' and it's instantly obvious why.
I have also been mistaken for a prostitute while travelling alone. Five times. All at locations I haven't needed my passport to get to. Once was at Corley services on the M6. Another was in Wales. My headshot doesn't give much away, so if you want to know what a Welsh prostitute looks like, you'll have to Google Image me.
I'm not going to pontificate on the evils of technology because I'm even getting bored of myself going on about that. If people want to bubble-wrap themselves against the dangers and difficulties that make travelling such a beautiful thing then I say let them. I'll stick to the old fashioned way, one hand outstretched, a beer in the other and I'll probably start with something like "Hi".
There's something to be said for the Italians - they do it bloody well. And by "it", I mean everything; food, wine, football, and as I found out recently on a trip to Tuscany, incredible beach resorts.