ome brands are conceived in boardrooms, incubated in comfort, and launched with capital. Wandering Monkey was none of those things. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t budgeted. It was birthed out of restlessness, isolation, and a whisper of hope that somehow, somewhere, I could make sense of the chaos that had followed me since childhood.

I’ve been traveling across countries, continents, and time zones for more than 25 years. I’ve seen the highs of hospitality and the absolute

When you lean into discomfort, you expand your ability to adapt, listen, and appreciate life from a new angle. That cold shower? It’ll wake your soul. That cramped bus ride? It might bring you closer to a stranger who changes your outlook. Don’t chase only the pleasant and curated. Let the messy bits shape you too. Because comfort zones may feel safe, but nothing remarkable ever grows there.

But what happens when that thrill dims? When the sunrises start to look the same, and the spontaneous conversations blur into one repetitive cycle of introductions? What happens when you're halfway across the world, surrounded by beauty, but unable to feel it anymore? No one tells you how quickly novelty can turn into numbness. How the dream can morph into disillusionment—not because you chose wrongly, but because all things, even freedom, come with a cost.

Introduction: The Legacy of Empire As a young boy growing up in Britain, the British Empire was painted as a beacon of progress, bringing...

You start to see how perception shapes everything. "Expat" often conjures an image of floating above — a remote worker sipping cappuccinos under European skies, or a retiree basking under tropical sun. "Immigrant" conjures struggle — grinding, surviving, pushing uphill with everything stacked against you. One word whispers freedom. The other echoes hardship. But life abroad — real life — isn't so neatly divided.

For those of us who live on the road, family is not a fixed entity—it is fluid, boundless, ever-evolving. We are pieces of every person we h

I’d rather walk the streets there at night than be in a rowdy East London pub after a football match. Yet, because of media-driven narrativ

Women should always be held in the highest regard, not just as second-class citizens, but as the powerful, influential individuals they are.

Privilege in travel is not just about money—it’s about perception. A white traveler is often seen as a welcome guest, a harmless wanderer, a