Samuel Johnson once said, ‘when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life.’
But the man wrote a dictionary. Think about that for a moment. Are you really happy to quote a man who was happy to dedicate his day to defining sausages (and whom one might surely therefore assume to have a slightly higher boredom threshold than average)?
I was tired of London but certainly not tired of life. So together with my lovely boyfriend Ed, fellow food lover and eater extraordinaire, I quit my job in London Bridge and went travelling.
This blog sets out to follow that journey (mostly via bad pictures of good food) through India, South-east Asia, Australasia and beyond.
If you would like to say hello / spam me (please don’t!) / share your stories, please feel free to contact me at tiredoflondon (at) gmail (dot) com