Coming from Australia where vegan options are scarce, I figured things would be more or less the same in the land of bacon, poutine, and maple fudge. How wrong I was.
If you find yourself in Australia, a trip up the east coast is a must. It’s one of those once-in-a-lifetime bucket-list trips that even gets locals on-board, but many don’t make it all the way up to Port Douglas, and I can tell you right now, they’re missing out.
When I told my 12-year-old cousin that I stayed in hostel dorms throughout my time in Iceland, she immediately (and very seriously) exclaimed: ‘Aren’t you worried you’ll get stabbed?!’
Couchsurfing gave me the opportunity to do things I never would have done otherwise, but when I shared my stories, what struck me was the amount of women were keen to try it, but hadn’t signed-up out of fear.
Throughout my four-weeks in Iceland, I met a wide range of people who were there alone to ‘find’ themselves, and I’m fairly sure they didn’t mean waking up Mr. Bean-style and finding themselves on the sidewalk.