Jon in AthensHello everybody!

My name is Jon, the better looking half Hitch-Hikers Handbook

Only kidding :) I am, however, most definitely an English teacher living in Barcelona, Spain who when not working dabbles in travel-writing, hitch-hiking and seeing as much of the world as possible.

I like to think I am quite a laid back person. I enjoy talking and listening to good stories, being silly and laughing a life’s little foibles. I speak English, Spanish and a bit of Polish, all three with an undeniably South-East England accent and laughable inability to roll my ‘r’s but I try my best.

I read a lot, especially when travelling, to the point of obsession, snatching a 2 minute read wherever and whenever the opportunity presents itself. I’m a board game master, beginner chef and professional time-waster-in-chief.

I like well placed cynicism, playing football and throwing shapes when the beats are good and the mood takes me.

I hate listening to people’s prejudice, rose-tinted memories of the past and spoilt children.

Do you want to know more about me? Go ahead:

Jon soaking in while mud, Pamukkale, Turkey. Turkey Absulute MustsI was born in the suburbs of London in 1985. I would say I had a happy childhood, as most of my memories from this time seem to be of running around a park, climbing trees and playing football. I was not a very studious boy throughout my school years but I did enough to pass my exams and went to university to study History. I am still not sure if it was out of interest of the subject or a means by which to postpone making any actually decisions about my future, but I enjoyed my time in Bristol and met some really nice people.  After graduating from university and working a year in  menial low rank office jobs, I had planned on a 2 month trip around Europe and to move back in with my parents and start looking for a job in London.

Jon looking at Zhinvali Reservoir, Republic of Georgia. Backpacker, green hills, blue lakeI guess the reasons why I started travelling aren’t so unique. Escapism and interest. When I am travelling I am not working, no two days are the same and you have no idea what you will be doing in two days’ time. Before embarking on my first trip I had started to become disillusioned with the way my life was going, and what the future, as I saw it then, would be. Travelling reawakened my interest in things and gave me a purpose. If I have a trip planned, there is a reason to save money and to educate myself, however patchily, about where I am going. 

Porto, Portugal (105) - Jon standing next to the Luís I BridgeSo after visiting a university friend in Greece we headed north away from the Mediterranean. After arriving in Skopje, Macedonia late at night and checking into our hostel, the friend I was travelling with and I joined the other backpackers who were staying in the hostel for a beer. This night changed my life forever. Whilst there I met a petite Polish girl who was arguing with a bearded Belgian guy about something deep and meaningful. That girl is now sitting behind me on the bed under the covers with her laptop on her lap.

After travelling onto Ohrid, I managed to persuade her to come with us to Bulgaria and to abandon her original plans of going to Albania. The rest as they say is history. Via some passionate moments in front of the blue mosque in Istanbul and some embarrassing moments on a Russian cargo across the Black sea and back to Poland our love grew and I knew that I would not be returning to England. I continued travelling alone for a few more weeks more, visiting Austria, Hungary, Slovakia and the Czech Republic, but then I returned to Poland and we began to make plans as to how I was going to live there.

Málaga, Spain (18) - Jon framed by alcove, in Alcazaba de MálagaSo, I found a job as an English teacher. A vocation that has in many ways consumed the last 5 years of my life. Despite having no training or knowledge it was surprisingly easy to find work solely based on my nationality. Although I like to think that I have become a better teacher over time, the effect of the passport lottery shouldn’t be underestimated. I was just lucky to be born British I guess.

We lived together in Poland for three years while Ania finished her studies. Adapting to life in another country is difficult and for me it was no different. There were times that I got disheartened (about learning the language) and other times were I felt bewilderingly isolated but even then I knew that the experience was doing me good. I became more independent, accepting and stoical. I made friends and had some very fun times drinking vodka and playing table football.

During this time we lived and worked in Norway for 3 months in order to save money for another trip. On our south-east Asian adventure we visited Malaysia, Thailand, Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam. It was on this trip that we were inspired to start hitch-hiking.

Hitch-hiking in Aragón, Spain On my first adventure I did the “hostel jumping” travel format. Organising everything within the hostel structure. Always planning ahead and having accommodation organised as such.  A path well worn by most gap year travellers. It was only after meeting Ang and Narah in Panang that my views of travelling were challenged. I had never hitch-hiked before. Now I can’t imagine a proper trip without it. In places like Thailand, where the tourism industry is so overdeveloped, it was only when we were hitch-hiking that we spent time with locals. These were definitely the most rewarding times. The people who bought us lunch, offered us their floors to sleep on and introduced us to their families. It was these people who made the trip for me.

Jon playing the guitar in Athens, GreeceSo, for the last two years we have been living in the beautiful city of Barcelona, enjoying our pre and post responsibility years and trying to learn Spanish. In 2011 we visited the Caucasus region & Turkey for another three month sojourn. For me, this trip was the best yet. When compared with the tourism in south-east Asia and Europe, tourism in the Caucasus and the eastern half of Turkey was refreshingly underdeveloped. In Azerbaijan we met one Western person (a Pole). The locals were equally, if not more, interested in us as we were in them! I have never known hitch-hiking to be so easy or people to be so nice. To recount all the individual acts of kindness would require a lifetime.

Jon with a village local - Lahic, AzerbaijanMy nomadic life has many benefits, I have friends from around the world who always surprise, humour and interest me with their range of diverse personalities and foibles. I have lived in some beautiful (and yes I include Katowice in that) places and have had some fantastic experiences. The only downside is that having this diaspora of friends makes it incredibly hard to spend as much time with everybody as I would like to. I also haven’t spent enough time with my family in the past five years and for this I am truly sorry. I love you all though

Our dream is to one day open a hostel in, as yet unknown, but beautiful destination. Until we find that place we intend to see as much of the world as possible and to live,learn and experience as much about life and language as we can.


  • What was the embarrassing thing that happened on the Russian cargo ship Jon???

  • wow you both also live in Barcelona now. I am sure we will sit at the same bar some night, write posts about the experience and not even know about it. It is a great city for that. I love it.

    • You seem like such a nice, open and interesting person. If you fancy, we could meet for a beer or coffee one day in sunny Barcelona :)

      • Sure. We should meet for coffee or beer someday. I am always glad to meet new people, specially in a place like Barcelona (I am sure my husband will join us too). May be in 2 weeks or so, as these next 2 weeks seem very crazy work-wise. Whatever works for you and Ania.

  • What a joy to have found your blog through the like of mine on Still Tmes. I’m intrigued and fascinated by the whole, “hitch hiking way”, it sounds so carefree and alive! What a fantastic life not to mention rewarding to be able to travel as you have done. Great blog, cheers!

  • Just found you guys, lovely website. Hope you are enjoying Barcelona. Un abrazo

  • Hi Jon! Great blog entries on Leon and Oveido, thank you. I am a first-year PhD in Spanish Medieval Art and am planning my first on site research trip, hopefully Barcelona, Bilbao, Amurrio, Ayala, back to Bilbao, Leon, Madrid, in under a week (I have to be at a conference in Madrid) . I was even thinking of walking from Amurrio to Ayala since the latter seems pretty isolated. Would you be able to give me any advice on traveling by train/bus?

    • Hey there, Thanks very much for your kind words. Ok so we have done some research and this is what we have come up with:

      Barcelona – Bilbao
      RENFE (train) 6 hrs 3 times a day (50 € – 70 €)
      Bus 8hrs 4 times a day (55 €) ALSA

      Bilbao – Amurrio
      Cercanías (train) C-1 Line (2.50€)

      Amurrio – Ayala

      This one is a little more tricky. You can take a bus from Amurrio to Respaldiza which is about 3.4 km from Ayala and then walk or take a taxi

      Bilbao – León

      RENFE (train) (total 4.50hrs) 1 a day 9.15 a.m. (30€)
      Bus 09:30 14:45 22,20€ 16:30 20:30 22,20€


      RENFE (2 – 4 hrs) frequent (35 – 55 €)
      Bus ALSA (3 – 4 hrs) very frequent (47 – 60 €)

      We hope some of this helps and if you have any further questions don’t hesitate to get in touch.

  • Hey Guys
    Love your story, and in particular Jon’s comment ‘when I am travelling, I’m not working, no two days are the same’…
    Glad to have found you initially on twitter, and look forward to reading further into your blog!

  • Glad I am not the only one that has a real issue with trying to roll my R’s, the problem I have is that no matter what language I try to speak, I will always sound like the Essex girl I really am – even though I hide it well. Great ‘about you’ pages :)

    • Thanks a lot for checking out the site Tam. Unfortunately I think we will just have to live with the fact that we will always be instantly recognised as Brits the moment we encounter a word with an ‘r’ in any foreign language. You know what they say: you can take the boy out of England but you can’t take England out the boy :)

  • Hi Jon, What a great read both yours and your lovely lady Ania bio’s are, you guys sound like really lovely people! Thanks so much for finding me on twitter and I look forward to following your journey too. Wendy.

  • Beautiful blog and life, hope you can keep having adventures for a long, long time!

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