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Travels with a Nine Year Old began as the chronicle of one single parent family’s one-year journey around the world. One mother, one son, one year, one really big adventure…...

Travels with a Nine Year Old began as the chronicle of one single parent family’s one-year journey around the world. One mother, one son, one year, one really big adventure…

Then we fell in love with Asia, realized unschool beats school hands down, slow travel is better than fast, serious adventuring takes more than a few days in between flights, and there’s a whole buncha stuff out there that is really soooo totally amazing…

End result? The nine year old is no longer nine, the year has been and gone, and we’re still living the travel lifestyle.

Which makes this site a masterclass in “How Not To Name Your Blog”. I mean, seriously, what was I thinking?

Z with Luobo, a member of the Togutil minority.

Anywise. Moving on…

We left London in January 2010, with some vague plan involving having adventures and doing some blogging, and a RTW ticket that still makes me a little bit sick in my mouth when I think about the waste. Hey-ho.

This site is about our journey. And a bunch of other stuff too.

What’s it like to dive an undersea volcano, hang out with hunter-gathering nomads or be surprised by an earthquake while using a squat toilet?

What does burning human flesh smell like? How does it feel to be force-fed endangered species, rice whisky and cigarettes in a national park?

What is the appropriate reaction when a monkey starts having sex with your ear, does vomiting off the edge of a dragon boat make the Perfume River any less perfumed, do Buddhist student monks appreciate drawings of rabbits and just how small were the tunnel-fighting Viet Cong?

Z enjoying a trunk cuddle with two elephants in Thailand.

These may not be the most pressing questions in life, but I’ll bet you read it here first.

More practically, how do you take a kid out of school, go on the road, and protect their academic future? That’s here, if you’re interested. Along with the odd cultural experience or ten.

And the bizarre reality of the travelling life. Does dividing fractions in a cottage in the rice fields in Bali make homework any less shouty? (Nope, but boy does it surprise the yoga lady next door!)

What about your love life, lady? (It would be easier if I had two heads.)

And, err, how do you plan your travel? (We make it up as we go along.)

The Cast

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Z looking shocked and holding a durian

Z:

Intrepid traveller, hardcore gamer and borderline pyromaniac. Likes adventures, knives, drawing, ice-cream and Family Guy, not to mention xorbing, zipwiring, whitewater rafting, diving and South Park.

Oh, and computers. And burning stuff.

Z prefers motorbike to car, loathes squat toilets and wishes his mother had brought more mosquito ointment. He hopes never to eat sago again as long as he lives and is scared of very little, though not a huge fan of the dark.

me and z in costume in malaysia.

Theodora:

30-something travelling mama. Part-time journalist, occasional bar reviewer, she studied Latin, Greek and Philosophy, equipping her to cope with, well, absolutely nothing, actually.

Theodora is always polite to men with guns and generally pretty hard to scare, except when it comes to heights and, err, ladybirds. She has no sense of direction and Z thinks she shouts a lot.

Theodora finds her son’s advice invaluable when it comes to buying shoes that aren’t flip flops.

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