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Wave at me!

September 27, 2010

chariots of fire jaffa cakes wave

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Yes Month

September 10, 2010

acupuncture cancer load of bollocks Dunmore East sailing salsa yes

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Change of plan, again...

September 07, 2010

DNF Dublin 2009 Dublin 2010 Hannibal walking marathon

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Walking vs running: some observations

September 01, 2010

sweat walking walking marathon yoga yoga for runners

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ITBS (and recovery)

August 30, 2010

Cork City Marathon greedy marathon heartbreak IT band syndrome ITBS Paris marathon 2010

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Back on the road (finally)

Cork City Marathon post marathon depression

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Cork City Marathon

Cork City Marathon

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Marathon Sightseeing

Paris marathon 2010 runners sightseeing

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Catching the bug

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The Marathon Snail: London, United Kingdom; Hello! My name is Sarah, or sometimes Sara, when I'm travelling. My blog is about my solo adventures exploring the world, and enjoying the cuisine along the way. I try to write about a variety of topics but I invariably return to food. Follow me below!

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Out in the cold

Sarah O’Regan volunteers with a UK charity in Dunkirk supporting refugees “You must help them!” The man, drained with cold and exhaustion, gestured at a father holding a baby as he spoke urgently to me. “Why aren’t you helping them?” The clothes of the refugee carrying the baby were wet. The air temperature was close to zero. The inflatable dinghy used in the previous night’s attempt to cross the English Channel had developed a leak and everyone, including the baby, had fallen into the freezing, dark water. This morning, the adults were still in wet clothes – the only ones they owned. The baby, at least, looked dry and warm in its father’s arms. Another man told us that when he removed his trousers to dry them, the salty fabric ripped a layer of skin off. Later, we learned that two lifeless bodies had been found in the sea. It is February, and I am on a patch of scrubland near Dunkirk in northern France, volunteering with a refugee charity, Calais ...

Sister Act: Hiking the Himalayas in an All-Women Group in Nepal

As published 7 August 2024 on JourneyWoman , the world’s largest and most trusted resource for female solo travel Sarah O’Regan braves the elements and the Himalayan heights and finds tranquillity in the company of women who are breaking the traditional mould Danu and Kumari, women hiking the Himalayas The Himalayan wind pushes me to the side of the footpath once again, and I tack, zigzagging like a sailboat in a headwind. A half-heard sound makes me turn, and on the steep mountainside below I see my companions frantically waving. While they are clearly shouting, I can’t hear them over the howling in my ears. I sit on a stone and rest, rocked by the gale. When they catch up, I learn that Kumari and her heavy pack have been blown over, and tumbled down the mountain some distance. A few metres to our right the ground disappears into a deadly ravine, but luckily no serious damage is done. Later, my guide Danu tells me she has never experienced winds like this in fifteen years of trek...

Day 2: Samart School

Yours truly with some locals I slept well in the dorm: I had ear plugs, a mosquito net and a fan so I was quite comfortable. Hector the gecko, who lives under one of the beds, talked to himself all night repeating his own name, but he had settled down by morning. There is no running water here: showers are taken Khmer-style, with a bucket of water taken from a trough and thrown over the head. The water in the trough is used for personal hygiene, laundry, dishes and cooking, so it's important not to double-dip or put one's hands into it. Khmers usually shower clothed, and during my first morning I found myself doing the same just to cool down. This is the hottest month of the year; the rainy season starts just after the Khmer New Year in mid-April. It is said that it rains only three times before the New Year; there have already been two rainfalls so I am hoping it will rain when I am here to alleviate some of the heat. There has been some spectacular lightning and thunder...

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