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Where I’d Rather Be on Monday: Jinja, Uganda

It’s a dreary Monday morning and you’re commuting to work and staring at this screen. If you could be anywhere else in the world where would you want to be? Tweet me at DanielMartinAdv using the hashtag #WIRBMonday or reply in the comments below.

Today, I’d rather be in Jinja in Uganda.

Jinja is a small town in Uganda on the banks of Lake Victoria and is at the point where the Nile starts it’s journey north to the Mediterranean. It’s a sleepy town with an active adventure tourism scene. People come here from miles around to raft down the rapids.


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I was there in 2006. I’d cycled from London down to Ethiopia on my way to Cape Town and had had an accident, dislocating my shoulder amongst other things. I flew to Nairobi in Kenya to stay with an old school friend and recover. While I was there a friend of mine from university, Flick, came to visit and we decided to head to Jinja.

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The bus service runs daily and is pretty good. We were dropped off on the outskirts of town and from there we headed to one of the most chilled hostels in one of the most beautiful spots in the world. It was perched on a hill over looking the Nile and was designed for the specific purpose of lounging around and lapping in the view. Perfect for my recovery.

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Unfortunately they wouldn’t let me go rafting as I still had a pin in my collar bone and I was hugely jealous when Flick and all the rest of them came back bubbling in adrenaline and glowing from having done the rapids.

Where would I rather be on Monday?

I’d rather be in Jinja, swimming in the lake and riding the rapids.

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Where would you rather be? Answer in the comments below or on Twitter using the hashtag #WIRBMonday.

Previous Where I’d Rather Be on Mondays:

Where I’d Rather Be On Monday: Jelly Fish Lake, Palau by Dan Martin
Toau by Torre Del Roche
The Trans Siberian Express by Juno
On a Journey by Brad Nicholson
Yukon Territory, Canada by Lee Peyton
Take Me To Where The West Wind Blows by Sean Newall
Waking Up All Over the World by Melvin Bocher
A Beach By Isabelle
Maurellias Las Illas by Mark Cooper
Everywhere and Nowhere by Keith Jenkins
Queen Charlotte Trail, NZ by Ben Colclough
The Amazon by Ed Stafford
Anywhere! By Al Humphreys
Dolalghat, Nepal by Dan Martin

Where I’d Rather Be On Monday: Jelly Fish Lake, Palau

It’s another wet and windy Monday morning and once again I’m in front of a computer screen rather than out exploring the world. To get me through autumn and winter I’m bringing back #WIRBMonday to showcase the long list of where I and some of my favourite travel and adventure people would rather me this Monday morning.

I’m going to kick it off with this:

Where Would I Rather Be This Monday Morning?

Jelly Fish Lake in Palau.


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Why?

What do you mean why? Can you not see the photo? It’s incredible! It ticks the basics of my favourite things. It’s far away, it’s difficult to get to and it’s amazing.

Jellyfish Lake, Palau

Now swimming with jellyfish isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but luckily these jellyfish have evolved over millions of years of near isolation to have a sting almost undetectable by human skin so we’re safe.

Getting there would be incredible and waking up there this Monday morning would be bliss. That’s where I’d like to be today.

Where would you rather be? Answer in the comments below or on Twitter using the hashtag #WIRBMonday.

Previous Where I’d Rather Be on Mondays:

Toau by Torre Del Roche
The Trans Siberian Express by Juno
On a Journey by Brad Nicholson
Yukon Territory, Canada by Lee Peyton
Take Me To Where The West Wind Blows by Sean Newall
Waking Up All Over the World by Melvin Bocher
A Beach By Isabelle
Maurellias Las Illas by Mark Cooper
Everywhere and Nowhere by Keith Jenkins
Queen Charlotte Trail, NZ by Ben Colclough
The Amazon by Ed Stafford
Anywhere! By Al Humphreys
Dolalghat, Nepal by Dan Martin

Where I’d Rather Be On Monday: Toau

Bio: Torre DeRoche is the author of a memoir, Swept-Love With A Chance Of Drowning, about how, at 26, she traded her city life of friends, career and fashion for a world of seasickness, storms and terror. Petrified of the ocean, she didn’t do it for love of adventure, but love had something to do with it…

Watch the book trailer here, visit her blog http://www.fearfuladventurer.com, or follow her on Twitter here.

I’d rather be in The Most Spectacular Place on Earth: Toau

A voice broke through the static of the SSB radio on our humble sailboat, Amazing Grace:

“Ivan, Torre-you guys have to come here, we’re in the most spectacular place on earth. Change course to Toau. NOW!”

The voice on the radio belonged to a friend who has spent the majority of his life as a sea nomad. He’s sailed to tropical destinations all over the world and has lived at anchor in various Caribbean locations. He even raised his two children aboard. In other words: he’s a man worth listening to, so we immediately adjusted our course to Toau.

By the light of the moon, we passed nearby to Rangiroa, Fakarava and Manihi. They may be honeymoon destinations to some, but to us sailors, they made up a treacherous landmine of hazards called the Tuamotu Archipelago in French Polynesia. We’d seen enough decaying hulls on their jagged coral shores during daylight to know that our lives depended on our GPS for guiding us through the blindness of nights. Nobody was there to keep us safe; there was no tour operator or Lonely Planet guide to rely on. It was just us, the GPS, the charts and the integrity of our old sailboat.

Many days and nervous nights later, we reached Toau and we learned with a single eyeful that our friend was right: we’d reached the most spectacular place on earth. When the boat was secured on a mooring, I immediately flung myself over the lifelines to dip into the neon turquoise seascape, deciding in that moment: I can die happy now because I’ve seen the most spectacular place on earth.

Our time there was spent in the company of Toau’s hospitable islanders. The two families who lived there fed us fresh fish and lobsters, and took us exploring in their ‘fish garden’ to show us the underwater attractions. We stayed there for three of the most vivid weeks of my life, and when it came time for us to leave, everyone-including our new island family-was close to tears.

Having sailed 4,000 nautical miles from Los Angeles to get there, I’d endured violent seasickness, huge waves, and sheer hell. But without all that agony, I don’t think I could have truly experienced the bliss of finding myself in such a perfect place.

Where would I rather be this Monday? Diving back into the neon blue seascape of Toau.

Where would you rather be? Answer in the comments below or on Twitter using the hashtag #WIRBMonday.

Previous Where I’d Rather Be on Mondays:

The Trans Siberian Express by Juno
On a Journey by Brad Nicholson
Yukon Territory, Canada by Lee Peyton
Take Me To Where The West Wind Blows by Sean Newall
Waking Up All Over the World by Melvin Bocher
A Beach By Isabelle
Maurellias Las Illas by Mark Cooper
Everywhere and Nowhere by Keith Jenkins
Queen Charlotte Trail, NZ by Ben Colclough
The Amazon by Ed Stafford
Anywhere! By Al Humphreys
Dolalghat, Nepal by Dan Martin

Where I’d Rather Be on Monday: On A Journey

This weeks post comes from Brad Nicholson. Brad lives in Tanzania and is an Africanist, Foreign policy professional, adjunct-professor and serious endurance athlete. I can thoroughly recommend following him on twitter to be kept in the loop on all things Africa, endurance and current affairs.

Where would I rather be this Monday morning?

If I could be anywhere this Monday it would be traveling. It is kind of my bad habit, actually an addiction. Where? It does not really matter. The last few years have taken me on extended trips to Turkey, Germany, Italy, Israel, and the West Bank. Since July 2010 I have been living with my family here on the Swahili coast of Tanzania and fully indulging my addiction.

Of course I am writing this after having been on the road every day since 3 January except for 6 days I spent at home in-between jaunts to Burundi and Senegal. These travels include 19 independent air segments, countless hours bumping down what are loosely termed roads, and spending the night in places that do not see many guests.

Like any addiction there are the outward signs-the heated family debates, hurt feelings, and promises to change. However, in the background is always the next trip-hovering just out of mind but only a few days or hours away.

Being on the road means many things to different people; for me it means a journey. A true journey can only take place on land or at sea, modern air travel just does not provide the same experience. Saint D’uxpery moments are too expensive for those of us living within our means and traveling cheaply. Journeys don’t require a lot of baggage, actually quite the opposite. Journeys don’t require a precisely planned itinerary; you would never meet it anyways – lost in the bush waiting for the repair truck. Journeys don’t take a lot of money. Journeys test our patience and broaden our experiences. They fill us with hope and leave us empty, wanting more, when they are over.

Traveling long distances overland in Africa brings you face to face with the manic highs and lows of the continent. A gorgeous sunrise or sunset bookends a day filled with exasperating corruption at border crossings, crushing poverty of children begging for empty water bottles, and a realization that despite all the good there is still a long way to go in terms of improving the average person’s life. Life at roadside markets can restore your hope in humanity because of its desire to thrive in the harshest environments. Waiting at bus stops, really just big open fields where buses may or may not stop, and watching inebriated men fight and attempt to bully women will leave you thinking critically about the darker sides of “economic” improvement.

So this Monday I will be here at home in East Africa, seeing the kids off to school, grinding fresh coffee, and heading in to the office with my wife. Mentally I will be fantasizing, dreaming, and craving my next adventure. Planning the next overland trip through some unvisited country in Africa, living out of bags and writing in Moleskines.

Where would you rather be? Answer in the comments below or on Twitter using the hashtag #WIRBMonday.

Previous Where I’d Rather Be on Mondays:

Where I’d Rather Be On Monday: Yukon Territory, Canada by Lee Peyton
Take Me To Where The West Wind Blows by Sean Newall
Waking Up All Over the World by Melvin Bocher
A Beach By Isabelle
Maurellias Las Illas by Mark Cooper
Everywhere and Nowhere by Keith Jenkins
Queen Charlotte Trail, NZ by Ben Colclough
The Amazon by Ed Stafford
Anywhere! By Al Humphreys
Dolalghat, Nepal by Dan Martin

Where I’d Rather Be On Monday: Yukon Territory, Canada

This weeks #WIRBMonday was written by Lee Peyton. Lee describes himself as an “ultra runner, firefighter, geek, photographer, kayaker, hill runner, monkey boy, endurance eventer”, he trains so he can eat cake and judges whether a training session is good or bad depending on whether he’s sick or not-so he’s a bit legend in my book. (Vomit=Good Session)

You can follow him on twitter here and check out what he’s done on his website here. He’s had experience doing all manner of ridiculous things all over the world and this is where he’d rather be this Monday:

Where would I rather be this Monday morning?

If I could be anywhere this Monday morning it would probably be in the Yukon Territory, Canada. That’s where I was four weeks ago; racing in the Yukon Arctic Ultra, touted by the organisers as the world’s coldest and toughest ultramarathon (we were entered in the 100 mile foot event).

I’d rather be in Whitehorse where there’s a depth of genuine and generous hospitality that we’ve never experienced before in any other part of the world. Whitehorse is the capital of Yukon Territory, an important supply station during the Klondike Gold Rush and a virtual metropolis in a territory that contains just over 34,000 people but with a land mass double that of the United Kingdom. I’d like to be eating French-toast dusted with icing sugar and heaped with crispy bacon whilst enjoying an iced tea in the High Country Inn.
Whitehorse is also the start point for the Yukon Quest International Dog Sled Race, over 1,000 miles over rough terrain to Fairbanks in Alaska. This Monday morning I’d rather be amongst the manic, dervish-fury of the dogs as they wait to be unleashed from their tethers.

I’d rather be on the Takhini River going west towards the winter sun with good, solid underfoot conditions making the miles fly in. I’d maybe not want to be trying to get some feeling back in my left index finger after getting severe frost nip whilst mending my pulk or watching my friend and team-mate, Garry Mackay, stepping in overflow and wondering whether our race was over. But these are the things that test our resolve and form our character so maybe I’m glad to have experienced them.

I’d like to be on the Dawson Trail, heading north, having experienced the almost luminescent glow from the stars the night before whilst lying, shivering in my sleeping bag. And I would have liked to have witnessed the aurelius borealis, the northern lights, which I have never seen.

This morning, like four weeks ago, I’d like to be entering Checkpoint 2, at eight o’clock at Dog Grave Lake and revelling in the ‘holy trinity of cold-weather ultras‘: warmth, food and hot water. I’d like to be rejoicing in the relief from -40C despite the walled-tent being at minus 10C whilst eating chocolate brownies.

I’d rather be racing in the frozen valley of Klusha Creek whilst staring out at the mountains all around: Cub, Division, Belleview and in the distance Mount Vowles. I’d rather be looking at the animal tracks in the powder snow beside the trail; moose, elk, lynx (they didn’t tell us about that until the race briefing) with one eye on the trail and the other half looking out for the bear which made the dinner plate-sized paw prints. I’d rather be feeling fresh and picking off competitors in front of us and giving them a cheerful ‘hello’ as we race past.
Finally, this Monday morning I’d rather be coming into the finish line at the Braeburn truckstop and being bullied into eating a head-sized burger with everything on it. I’d rather be glad I’m warm and well whilst champing at the bit and planning for the next race.

Where would you rather be? Answer in the comments below or on Twitter using the hashtag #WIRBMonday.

Previous Where I’d Rather Be on Mondays:

Take Me To Where The West Wind Blows by Sean Newall
Waking Up All Over the World by Melvin Bocher
A Beach By Isabelle
Maurellias Las Illas by Mark Cooper
Everywhere and Nowhere by Keith Jenkins
Queen Charlotte Trail, NZ by Ben Colclough
The Amazon by Ed Stafford
Anywhere! By Al Humphreys
Dolalghat, Nepal by Dan Martin

Where I’d Rather Be on Monday: Waking Up All Over the World by Melvin Bocher

This is a post by Melvin from incredible TravelDudes check out his site here.

Where Would I Rather be on Monday?

It really depends on my mood.

Let’s start in the middle of the night when my alarm clock tells me to wake at 7:40 am…

At that time I would like to stay in bed!

10 minutes later I would prefer to be in a cozy B&B, right on the beach and enjoying an amazing breakfast. The B&B needs to have a nice terrace or a big window where you could look out across bay and there’d be some whales or dolphins playing. This place might be at the Australian West Coast, where after the breakfast you could surf a bit. Later you could get in your 4×4 and hit the dirt roads to explore one of the amazing gorges in the surrounding area.

Sounds good… I’ll keep on day dreaming.

Instead of being at the beach, I also could imagine waking up in a tiny hut right in the Alpes, surrounded by metres of fresh powder snow. Then I wouldn’t need a big breakfast. Just some coffee, cereal and toast. Shortly afterwards I would be in my snowboard gear, riding smoothly, enjoying some powder turns on the way down towards the valley. The only breaks would be on the lift back up again, so that when it got dark, I would have ridden so much that I would fall asleep right in front of the fireplace of the cozy hut after a nice hot meal.

Another dream scenario would be to wake up with a hurting back!

But that would only be nice, if the pain came from an awful time sleeping in a 4×4 or tent in the middle of a wild safari trip. Waking up with all the noises around you, getting out of the tent in pain; then I looking around and seeing an unspoilt landscape with a stunning view of maybe with a small river where the wildlife could drink. Or in the middle of the bush with birds and monkeys peeking at you from the trees wondering what on earth you are doing there.

Then I would like to have a very simple breakfast and a nice cup of coffee. I would sit down in my camping chair and would just suck in the wild atmosphere around me.

At that moment you just know that the pain in the back was worth it!

So wherever you are, it’s good as long the alarm clock doesn’t stop you daydreaming…

In the end though, it’s also a great feeling to wake up in your own bed and to know that you are a lucky person, that you were allowed to experience so many unique Monday mornings abroad already and hopefully many more in future.

Where would you rather be? Answer in the comments below or on Twitter using the hashtag #WIRBMonday.

Previous Where I’d Rather Be on Mondays:

A Beach By Isabelle
Maurellias Las Illas by Mark Cooper
Everywhere and Nowhere by Keith Jenkins
Queen Charlotte Trail, NZ by Ben Colclough
The Amazon by Ed Stafford
Anywhere! By Al Humphreys
Dolalghat, Nepal by Dan Martin

Where I’d Rather Be on Monday: A Tropical Beach by Isabelle

This is a guest post by Isabelle from the amazing Isabelle’s Travels Guide. You can follow her on twitter here or raid the treasure trove of travle info that is her website here.

Where would I rather be this Monday morning….?

*Waves going back and forth against the sand*… Hmmm, I’m on a beach somewhere, somewhere warm. The sound of the waves is making me totally relaxed. It’s nice and I can feel the sun making my skin glow. When I stretch my hands next to me, I can feel the sand, so soft between my fingers.

I’m feeling tired and I think it’s time for a snooze. I move myself from the sand to a hammock beneath the palm trees. I can still hear the soothing waves that have me fall asleep in no time.

When I wake up, I look at the most beautiful shades of green and blue. The crystal clear water just shouts out to me and I take a dip into the ocean!

Coming out of the water, there`s a cocktail waiting for me when I cozy myself up on a lounge chair. I deepen myself in a good book and think to myself: this is definitely where I want to be on a Monday…

Where would you rather be? Answer in the comments below or on Twitter using the hashtag #WIRBMonday.

Previous Where I’d Rather Be on Mondays:

Maurellias Las Illas by Mark Cooper
Everywhere and Nowhere by Keith Jenkins
Queen Charlotte Trail, NZ by Ben Colclough
The Amazon by Ed Stafford
Anywhere! By Al Humphreys
Dolalghat, Nepal by Dan Martin

Where I’d Rather Be On Monday: Maurellias Las Illas by Mark Cooper

This is a guest post by Mark Cooper. You can find out more about him on his website here and follow him on twitter here.

Where would I rather be on this Monday morning…..

If I could be anywhere on this Monday morning it would have to be on top of the Pyrenees in Maurellias Las Illas.

I say this because in 2010 I ran from Amsterdam in the Netherlands to Barcelona in on the Spanish coast. The crowning moment on this entire trip came on top of this mountain and its one I will never forget.

I had run through pain, torrential downpours and even a dose of the runners runs.

Reaching the top of this mountain signalled a change in the way I looked at the world, thought about myself and of other people.

I had nearly conquered the hardest part of the 50 marathons and it felt sweet!

I experienced so much kindness leading up to and during my challenge that it had and continues to fill me with a sense of joy.

I can safely say that this moment will be the one that has shaped every decision I have made since then. The thing I learnt that day was to keep setting goals, follow them through no matter how impossible they seem and to treat others with respect and kindness.

Where would you rather be? Answer in the comments below or on Twitter using the hashtag #WIRBMonday.

Previous Where I’d Rather Be on Mondays:

Everywhere and Nowhere by Keith Jenkins
Queen Charlotte Trail, NZ by Ben Colclough
The Amazon by Ed Stafford
Anywhere! By Al Humphreys
Dolalghat, Nepal by Dan Martin