8 Reasons to Live in Valencia in Your 30's

Valencia is vibrant and youthful; the third largest city in Spain and yet, mysteriously, one of the most under-rated. Fortunately, going under the radar gives it some significant advantages, especially for those of us relocating there in our 30's...

 

 1) Feeling Young, Wild and Free

El Carmen. Photo: Sarah Harvey

Valencia has the gritty, urban, up-and-coming vibe of Shoreditch or Brooklyn 10 to 15 years ago; shabby-chic bars, street art, quirky independent shops, alternative fashion, a flourishing live music scene, music festivals, wine festivals, food festivals...It oozes creativity and has that random juxtaposition of architectural styles (art nouveau/baroque/art deco/60s concrete block/derelict crumbling glory/bulldozed hole in the ground) that always gives the eye something to marvel at. 

Sure, it has its fair share of Erasmus kids but I never feel out of place because the majority of the city bars are full of people in their 30s. I did some digging and City of Valencia statistics back up my initial impression of a youthful city. Apparently 33% are aged 30 to 49, and 19% are 15 to 29. Sure makes a pleasant change from Nice...

 

 

2) Valencia is Social Central

This city gets 10/10 from me not just for how easy it is to make friends, but also for the sheer amount of social events throughout the week. It goes a huge way towards helping you settle in, even if you turn up solo. Perhaps that’s why out of all the cities I’ve lived in so far (Cairns, London, Male', Colombo and Nice), it’s my favourite yet. (I've visited 27 countries so far but visiting somewhere is an entirely different thing to living there).

After floating the idea on an expat forum and getting dozens of replies within hours, I started a Facebook group called Valencia Coffees and Co-working for digital nomads and remote workers who want to bring their laptops to cafes to work alongside like-minded people, and maybe to enjoy some after-work drinks sometimes too. It’s proving pretty popular and attracts a very nice crowd of mostly 30-something young professionals, the majority are copy-writers or working in IT. 

There are also dozens of events, day and night, organised on Meetup.com. CouchSurfing is pretty active here too, mostly in terms of people using the ‘Hangout Now’ function on the CS app. I'd recommend it as another great way of meeting open-minded, globally-minded types. 

It's also really easy to chat to randoms at bars, festivals and sports events, you'll be amazed by how friendly everyone is! 

3) It’s Easy to Settle In

The City of Arts and Sciences, Valencia. Photo: Sarah Harvey

I’ve been chatting to a lot of fellow newbies about this because I wanted to find out if I’m not alone in finding it pretty easy to settle in here (even if you’re not yet fluent in Spanish). Well, it's certainly easier than the time I moved to a 2.2sq km island in the middle of the Indian Ocean then realised I didn't know anyone in the entire country or have any colleagues yet. So far everyone I’ve spoken to seems to agree that getting settled in Valencia is surprisingly easy. 

Certainly the fact that making friends in Valencia is a snap goes a long way towards helping you settle in, but there are also lots of useful online information resources (in English) such as Valencia Information Exchange and the two 'Expats in Valencia' Facebook groups. 

Marina Beach Club is a restaurant/bar/nightclub. Photo: Sarah Harvey

Wouldn't normally put 'lovely' and 'dentist' in the same sentence but I found a really lovely English-speaking dentist fairly easily, Puchades Clinica Odontologica; then opened a non-resident bank account at Bankia in Carrer de Russsafa within just 45 minutes, after simply walking in off the street and inquiring if it was possible. The very friendly clerk at Bankia only required my EU passport to open the account. There’s no set-up fee, the account is free for the first 6 months, and internet banking is available in English. (Pretty handy since most of us don't learn Spanish banking terms at school!). Most banks have an English-speaking member of staff, which was certainly a help. On that note, if you ever get really stuck with someone who doesn’t know any English, about a third of Valencians seem to be able to speak French! 

4) Eat. Sleep. Rave. Repeat.

You can party every night of the week in Valencia. But unlike in the notorious Spanish resort towns, you won’t find the streets filled with boozed-up bachelor party participants lying in pools of their own vomit. What you will find is find is bars and clubs full of people having a good time, all week long. There are bars absolutely everywhere but the best late-night venues are concentrated around Ruzafa and El Carmen. 

Valencia’s nightlife is really eclectic and fun, whether you’re going for cocktails with friends, dancing the night away in a club, or belting out some of your finest karaoke. That said, the nightlife never feels intrusive or OTT so if you’re just having a quiet stroll at night you won’t be bothered by hordes of party-goers either. 

My tip is to check out La Manera Coffee and Cocktails for authentic cocktails in the Old Town – I may be biased because it's run by friends of mine but it’s one of the few places to have an actual mixologist enforcing some quality control (cocktails can be a bit hit-and-miss elsewhere). La Manera is run by two cool Slovakian girls, so do your bit to support some ambitious female entrepreneurs!

5) You Can Climb that Fabled Property Ladder...

One of Valencia's many chilled-out plazas. Photo: Sarah Harvey

Trying to get on the property ladder can feel as slippery as Edmund Blackadder trying to shimmy up a pole covered in Castrol GTX. However, I’m not the only one to have noticed that Valencia right now offers us 30-somethings a tangible chance to actually own some property. What’s more, due to some major city redevelopment plans/the general pace of gentrification, buying a property in Valencia will be an amazing investment. So I’m wheeling out Anna who runs a Valencia-based property franchise for details: She tells me property values in Valencia have increased by around 8% in the past 12 months and this figure is expected to shoot up even faster in the next five years due to the redevelopment plans for the (currently shady) Cabanyal beach area and the proposed ‘Central Park’ being built over the railway tracks south of Xavia station. It’s currently possible to get a nice one-bedroom apartment in the city for €60,000 or a good quality 3-bedroom apartment for €105,000, according to Anna.

I'm still undecided on taking the plunge because I have too many other cities to explore after this one, but the idea is tempting...But even if you're only renting, you can get a really good room in a shared apartment for €400/month, and sliding towards something more studenty for €250/month or even as low as €150.
 

6) Fall in Love 

Photo credit: It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Fall in love in Valencia. The city is full of fascinating, ambitious 30-somethings of all nationalities living life to the max. So even if you turn up single, you’re not likely to stay that way for long. What with all the social events, sports clubs (and let’s not forget dating apps) I will put money on you getting coupled up within months. Not that it's a meat market, it's just a magical kind of place...And if you are already with someone, it’s a great city to explore with them. I’m not going to start gushing about picnics in the park and yada yada, but Valencia is an amazing city, there are hundreds of bars and restaurants, there’s a 7km-long park, there’s a beach...you get the picture. One more observation: Seems like the majority of people in Valencia (Spanish and expats alike) don’t even start their families until their late 30s and early 40s, so you won’t feel like a social outcast for not having had everything figured out by 25, or, you know, having a career and an insatiable wanderlust...

7) Valencia is Foodie Heaven

Red Velvet cake at La Mas Bonita. Photo: Sarah Harvey

Life’s too short to not enjoy food. I’m sure you've figured this out by now too. Valencia is famous for being the birthplace of paella (OK technically speaking it comes from the rice fields of Albufera in the district of Valencia, which happens to be a cool day trip, but let's not split hairs). 

Tapas is, of course, in plentiful supply, and Valencia has more open-top sandwiches than mankind has ever known. They start from as little as €1, washed down with a €1.50 glass of red wine at one of my cheap-and-cheerful pre-party spots, Porque Lo Digo Yo in Carrer de Cadiz, in Ruzafa. (My favourite is the blue cheese with cured ham and tomato chutney). 

Even tapas can get a little boring after a while, but thankfully there are also a heap of international restaurants, including Thai, Chinese, Italian, French, Korean and sushi (the sushi isn't world-class but the rest are pretty decent). There are even five Michelin-star restaurants as of 2017.

8) The Active Outdoor Life

The Turia, Valencia. Photo: Sarah Harvey

The Turia (the huge riverbed that was turned into a 7km-long park snaking through the town) is one of the biggest hubs of activity in Valencia. Apart from being a superb chill-out space, there are cycle lanes and jogging lanes stretching the entire length of it. You can also join one of the many low-cost al-fresco yoga sessions or a group workout with a personal trainer for as little as €2-€5, such as with Tranamos. (If you insist on being indoors, gym bunnies will find countless gyms for as little as €20/month, or up to €120/month for the fancy Tyris Spa + Fitness gym in Avinguda del Regne de Valencia which has three saunas and countless hydrotherapy pools).

All kinds of sports groups for tennis, football, volleyball and hiking are organised on Meetup.com. Skateboarding and rollerblading is big, with the main hangouts being the skate park next to Parc Gulliver and at the Marina. 

Sadly, waves are almost non-existent in the flat, shallow bay although I have spotted some surfers occasionally catching some small waves. This is one thing that would make Valencia better, nay perfect…

Me, jumping for joy on the main beach (in winter)

I plan to investigate scuba diving options but it seems like the best bet is to join a dive centre in Valencia and they’ll take you to some coves out of town, which figures, because the visibility looks to be about 3 metres max at the city beach. (My standards are high after living in the Maldives, and I can’t help being disappointed by knowing we won’t see sharks or mantas, but will keep you posted on my future scuba outings!). 

In the winter, snowboarding and skiing can be found just two hours away in the mountains, again, if you don't know anyone, there are often group trips organised on Meetup.com.

  

There you have it, my first impressions of Valencia and why I think it's fantastic for 30-somethings...I should have moved here years ago! How about you?!

Unexplored Maldives...The best spots!

It's been such a busy year! Here's one of my recent articles about some of the less well-known spots to visit in the Maldives, hope you enjoy it! This includes a magnificent shipwreck, an enchanted lake, a WWII military base, a mini Garden of Eden and a breath-taking island of black and white pebbles. (That's right, not every beach in the Maldives is made up of pure white coral sand - OK, 99% of them are, but that's what makes this one so special!)

Know your employment rights! One of the least sexy (but most important) considerations for expats

Today I'm writing about one of the least sexy things about being an expat - employment rights. Wait, bear with me! You'll never realise just how critical this is until the day something goes wrong...

When you move overseas to start a new job your mind is always buzzing with a multitude of questions – Will it be as good as I expected? Is it really what it looks like in the photos? Will I like my colleagues? Will my colleagues like me? Will they have slides and a Starbucks just like at the Google Headquarters? (Maybe that's just me). But it seems that very often a pretty important question gets forgotten amidst the giddy whirlwind of relocating to a new country for work: Do I know my employment rights in this country? For sure, this question won't seem too pressing as you gleefully bounce off to your new office, full of optimism. And it’s certainly a far less sexy conundrum than ‘do I have enough bikinis with me?’ and 'I wonder if flip-flops are acceptable for business meetings' (The answer to the latter: Yes, in the Maldives, but definitely a big no-no in Sri Lanka!)

Probably wouldn't wear these in the boardroom

Now I’m not going to pretend for an instant that I know everything about being an expat or indeed employment law; all I can do is speak from my experience of having lived away from Britain for the past six years and what I have witnessed during this time, which has made me realise just how important the issue actually is. I’m not saying every foreign employer is out to screw you over. Far from it. But as a newcomer to a country you're in a vulnerable position when you don’t have any ties and you don’t yet know how things work, so there could be some unscrupulous employers who could take advantage of that. (At this point I’ll also like to emphasize that we definitely get dodgy bosses in the UK too, although I was lucky enough to work with some wonderful ones!).

So what can you do to protect yourself from getting exploited or illegally sacked? Well, ‘scientia potentia est’ - knowledge is power! Equip yourself with some basic knowledge about your employment rights, so if something in the office starts to seem a bit fishy (and I don't mean the fridge) or your boss tries to make you do something that just doesn’t feel quite right, follow your ‘spidey-senses’. And subtly let them know that you are aware that it isn't right; see if they take the hint. If the country you work in has an Employment Act, then it was put there for a reason: to protect all workers, local and foreign alike.

I'll use the Maldives as an example, being as it’s where I've spent the majority of my expat life (so far). I managed to get hold of an English translation of the Employment Act of the Maldives which I posted on my website in its entirety after reading some comments in expat forums which indicated a lot of confusion from expats about their rights. (Be warned, it’s quite a lengthy document!).

Before I continue, I have to say the Maldives is a brilliant place to do business. There are so many creative and imaginative people to work with, and a great spirit of entrepreneurship - almost everyone living there has an idea for a start-up. However, just like absolutely any country in the world, sometimes people get mistreated by their employers. (I’m not going to go into the issue right now of the exploitation of Bangladeshi labourers as it's frequently covered in the superb Maldives Independent).

Here’s an example of something I witnessed. I had a friend (a marketing manager) whose company retained her passport for the whole duration of the time she was working for them; almost a year. Now in case any alarm bells aren’t going off in your head, it is totally illegal in any country in the world for your employer to retain your passport for any period longer than is necessary for doing something administrative, such as processing your visa. In a nutshell, they tried to force her to sign a contract which would cut her salary in half (again – totally illegal). Being a gutsy girl, she decided to stand up for herself instead of running away, and went to her consulate for advice. Naturally, the officials were really sympathetic and got involved in helping her. The case concluded (out of court) with her passport - and the passports of all Filipino workers in the Maldives - being returned to them. A massive success! But having had such an upsetting experience in the Maldives, she decided to head off to a brighter future elsewhere in the world. 

I've also known of expats being illegally sacked then bundled onto planes the next day to be deported  before they have time to think, let alone protest. And on one occasion a Welsh friend was tricked into thinking he had to leave the country because his dodgy ex-boss had paid someone to attend a fake 'reconciliation meeting' so they could frogmarch him to the airport and send him home. The same guy came back a few months later to start a job with a new employer, where he worked happily for the next couple of years. He said he had appreciated the impromptu free ticket home and his mum's home cooking, but he always had a funny way of looking at things.

They should have rolled out the red carpet for him, really

Now it's worth pointing out the Maldives Employment Act was introduced in about 2009, so I'd be surprised if any employer tries to claim ignorance of it in 2016 - which of course is no defence in law anyway.

If you find yourself in a pickle, then get your embassy or consulate involved as soon as you can; it offers a level of protection. And if you are involved with legal proceedings against your employer then you have a right to stay in the country you were working in, whether your visa has been cancelled or not. You usually need to write to the Immigration Controller to explain that you are involved in a legal case which means you have the right to stay in the country. As such, your visa is informally ‘frozen’, so even if your employer cancels it you have a right to remain while the case goes on (at least, that's how it works in the Maldives).

In the Maldives, the Employment Tribunal is free and is highly-regarded for not being corrupt (always a bonus!) as well as for taking the cases seriously. The downside: Everything is conducted in the local language; from the paperwork you need to fill in to file the case, right through to the actual hearing in the courtroom. Plus if you bring any witnesses they will need to swear on the Quran. Testimonies from non-Muslims are not considered 'official testimonies', but they will 'unofficially take them into consideration'. If you don’t know how to speak and write in Dhivehi, you need either a lawyer (or a good friend, depending on how serious the case is) to help translate and guide you through everything.

However, you do need to weigh up whether it’s all worth the fight or not. I admire anyone who stands up for their principles, but you do need to ask yourself if you are prepared to commit the time and effort into pursuing the case. If you do stay and fight for your rights when you believe you have been wronged under the law of the country you are working in, then good for you - by standing up for your rights you’re helping to protect future employees from getting treated the same way. Employers will certainly think twice before doing the same thing again after being dragged through the Tribunal.

Beastie Boys/Hiphopgoldenage: They knew how to fight for their right (s)...

So, in summary, here are my top tips, which can be applied to working as an expat in any country:

Always find out your rights by reading the Employment Act of the country you're working in as soon as you can 
Remember your employer can never keep hold of your passport, wherever you are from – this is totally illegal

If you have problems, ask your embassy or consulate for support and advice

Find out if there is an Employment Tribunal, and if you can, how transparent it is

Share your problems with your friends – this stuff can be very stressful! 

…And finally some highlights of the Maldives Employment Act (edited a bit to fit in this post!):

• An employee shall not be dismissed from employment without showing appropriate cause

•  The employment agreement can specify a term of no more than three months' probation

• Employees shall not be required to work overtime except unless this has been agreed in the employment agreement. Any work carried out over time shall be subject to time and a half or time and a quarter

• An employee required to work normal hours on a public holiday shall be paid at least an amount equivalent to half of the minimum wages earned on a normal day of work in addition to overtime

• Where the employee does not conform to work ethics, the employer has the power to impose appropriate and reasonable disciplinary measures: verbal warning, written warning, suspension for less than 14 days, or possible demotion. The employer has to prove you breached work ethics or neglected your duties, and show he gave a verbal warning then a written warning before dismissal.

• Complaints may be lodged at the Tribunal by any employee concerning the fairness of the disciplinary measures imposed against him/her.

For the full Maldives Employment Act, click here. 

It was my job to review $4,000 per night resorts...The good, the bad and the ugly sides of life in the Maldives

It’s been almost a year since I left my home and friends in the Maldives. Now there’s a sentence I could never have imagined writing 10 years ago, as I fought for my life at the National Hospital for Neurology & Neurosurgery in London. Perhaps it was my experience of being paralysed from head to toe by Guillain-Barre Syndrome and learning to walk again that inspired me to get out there and try to wring every last drop of excitement and adventure out of life. 

When you’re flooded with an overwhelming appreciation for simply wriggling your toes for the first time in months, or taking a tentative breath without a ventilator, the concept of ‘living in the moment’ isn’t too hard to get your head around. (Eckhart Tolle has this covered better than I do!) But I don’t like to linger on it too much, in fact I rarely even tell anyone about it. Mostly because I don’t want to think of myself as a victim. It changed me internally forever and I have taken some very positive lessons from it, the biggest one being to suck the marrow out of life.

I’m trying to seek out an extraordinary path and not fall into the trap of mediocrity or complacency. I hate how pompous that sounds when I read it back to myself (well, I suppose that’s always the danger with personal blogs…) but I know there’s so much more I want to achieve. And I know it requires continuing to push myself out of my comfort zone. Maybe it’s because I’ve seen so many amazing places (and because I know there are so many more out there still to see!) but I don’t feel completely settled anywhere yet.

At 16, the French Riviera - the bright, sunny home of the impressionist artists I admired so much - seemed like the ultimate destination for me, and I finally realised this dream last year. But since then I have explored more of the world, from Europe, to Asia, Australia and North America...And I’ve found that wanderlust is one condition you can never entirely rid yourself of! What’s more, now l’m looking at this region through adult eyes, I can safely say Somerset Maugham completely nailed it in one sentence: ‘The French Riviera – a sunny place, for shady people’. 

But back to the Maldives, and my somewhat neglected little blog. I was so busy writing articles, scuba diving, organising social events (OK, and being paid to write other people’s blogs) that I barely had time to touch my own personal blog. However, the past year in France has offered me the opportunity to reflect on my time in the Maldives. Right now, I’m based in Nice and it’s the breathing space I needed. A much-desired dose of the First World after living on an isolated island in the middle of the Indian Ocean for almost six years. Alright, where I was paid to review $4,000 per night resorts.

So of course all my new friends in France always ask me incredulously ‘And you left the Maldives – why?’. Well, of course I know how ridiculously fortunate I was to be able to do all the things I did there. Especially since I left the UK at the peak of the economic crisis, as friends and family were being made redundant, and being a freelance journalist in London was even harder than ever, with budgets being cut and publications going under left, right and centre.

Suddenly I found myself learning to scuba dive, swimming with whale sharks, booking private islands for parties with my friends, helping cover the 2012 coup d’etat, observing a fledgling democracy descend into chaos, spreading news about how to navigate 1,200 islands as an independent traveller in a country with only a basic public transport network…I had some of the most incredible experiences of my life in the Maldives. I also met some of the warmest, friendliest, most adventurous and fascinating people in the world amongst the Maldivians and 

expats I befriended there.

It was a massive learning curve, suddenly finding myself working in a country I had never visited before, adapting to the local customs and culture, trying to figure out the best way to dress in the city in order to avoid being stared at (it turns out there’s no simple answer to that!)…Bali, it is not. And perhaps unsurprisingly, a certain percentage of the population is actively hostile to decadent little expats setting up shop there.

There was little in the way of entertainment, save endless hours in coffee shops and watching DVDS, so we made our own fun...

And we REALLY had fun!

I did not ever live at a resort, I've just been lucky enough to have been able to review about 75 - 80% of them (so far). Everyone at home seems to think all the expats in the Maldives live in straw huts and sip cocktails on the beach all day. The reality could not be further from this. These are some
significant downsides to living in the Maldives, which people going on holiday to the perfectly-manicured resorts with all the comforts of home would never get to see. The overcrowded and polluted capital city (where most expats are based) is basically the opposite of what you picture the Maldives to look like: More than 100,000 people packed onto a 2.2 square kilometre island. Concrete high-rise blocks completely devoid of architectural inspiration. It makes Tower Hamlets look pleasant. Rats, cockroaches, mosquitoes. One cinema. One museum. Until recently, just one (artificial) beach where you can only swim fully clothed, due to cultural sensitivities in this 100% Muslim nation. (Most tourists aren’t even aware of the state-enforced religion, as the laws are different on resort islands to the island communities). 

Poor nutrition - due to most decent produce being redirected to resorts, and lack of space for large-scale agriculture. All the veg needs to be flown/shipped in from other countries before languishing in some kind of fruit and vegetable graveyard in the shops. (I got used to cutting about a third off anything I bought because it was rotten). Poor health: Dengue fever, fungal foot infections due to humidity, UTIs from dehydration, ‘tropical flu’ (I don’t know the real name but you lie in bed sweating for about 3 days and feel like you’ve been hit by a bus). 

Desalinated shower water which makes you hair slowly fall out. Too much tuna in everything you eat in the cafes which I swear makes everyone eventually go a bit bonkers due to the mercury and plastic particles. Fully-grown expat guys who don’t seem to realise it’s not Ibiza and they’re not 18. Wrestling with trying to convey the sights and colours of the islands without despising yourself for using clichés, but eventually being forced to type the words ‘azure’ and ‘turquoise’ in reference to the water a thousand times more than you would ever have wanted to…(I’m still haunted by ‘sparkling lagoons’ and ‘powder-soft sand’, although those day-dreaming of the Maldives from somewhere grey lap it up, and let's face it, they do sparkle, and yes it is that soft!). And then the little things you take for granted at home like being able to cook a spaghetti bolognese in your kitchen whilst drinking a glass of wine – which is totally illegal in the capital city. The wine I mean, obviously. And let’s not even speak about bacon smuggling.

Admittedly, some of those things I mentioned are weightier than others. And I have to reiterate how grateful I am to have experienced everything I did there, good and bad. I tell anyone who asks me that it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say was the best of times and the worst of times. The euphoria of jumping off the roof of a boat into the sea with your friends; bouncing on a bed with a bottle of champagne at Four Seasons (in a villa that would have cost the equivalent of my monthly salary if it weren’t a work freebie); and the feeling of absolute isolation and blackness whenever things went wrong so far from the usual support network I have at home. I am not Maldivian but my life there and the people I met became part of who I am now.  

However, ultimately, as a foreigner, I am not allowed to purchase property in the Maldives (the only exception is certain ‘timeshares’ at designated resorts - and sadly my name isn’t Roman Abramovich!). I cannot ever become Maldivian unless I convert to Islam (with the law as it stands) and that’s not about to happen. And to be honest, having lived in London for 10 years and experiencing all the effervescence of its theatres, live comedy, art galleries, museums, bars, nightclubs and fashion (oh God I missed shopping!), I could never see the Maldives as somewhere to stay forever. 

The same goes for most of the expats: A significant proportion arrive in the Maldives and stay for only somewhere between 1 week and 3 months before bailing (having realised it’s not exactly Koh Pha Ngan, and yes it is a lot tougher than they had bargained for). The majority tend to stay for an average of a year; sometimes up to two. Then
there are a tiny percentage who are in it for the long-haul, but they are mostly the ones who marry Maldivians. The numbers tend to fluctuate from year to year - sometimes a heap of expats arrive, other years just a slow trickle. So after one of the most recent mass exoduses, I found just myself and a handful of friends remaining in the Maldives, such as the brilliant journalist JJ Robinson (who has recently been speaking at the Hay Festival about his book on political turmoil in the Maldives; less well-known for stealing my Milo chocolate powder and eating it raw with a spoon when we were flatmates).

But eventually even JJ departed to become editor of Himal Southasian journal in Kathmandu (after 5 years); my Thai best friend headed off for a new life with her fiancée in Australia (after 7 or 8 years off and on), my Californian best friend found a yoga instructor course in Costa Rica beckoning (after 4 years)…And by 2015 there were very few ‘long-service medal expats’ left in the Maldives. My remaining close friends were some Maldivians (who ended up relocating to some far-flung resort islands to be butlers and guest relations officers), and a rag-tag assortment of foreign seaplane and wheel plane pilots who were for the most part A) Extremely kind and welcoming and B) Largely batshit crazy. I’ll never forget persuading them to dance on the wings of the seaplane for my YouTube tribute to Pharrell Williams’ ‘Happy’ song. 

I rarely write about about personal things, not even on Facebook, but this post will be one of the very few occasions. Partly to explain my shameful lack of activity on my blog, and also to explain my backstory. One thing I know for sure, the Maldives is still part of my life. I’m genuinely honoured to be flown back to the Maldives to be ‘writer in residence’ for the Kurumba blog, to write magazine articles on diving, and hopefully to soon work on a travel documentary, amongst the other things I have on the go.

So I will be there again from time to time to update people on what’s going on, and continue to write about the things I know and love. My Maldivian friends very rarely ever say goodbye to each other, because everyone knows they will eventually run into each-other again on the island. And as the world seems to get smaller every year, I think that’s really apt.