I’m socked to see Dublin unraveling before my eyes. The streets I’ve walked so many times are now scarred by riots.  The November 2023 chaos to the July 2024 inferno in Coolock, weren’t just adolescent skirmishes or outbursts—they’re a deafening alarm that Ireland’s immigration system is collapsing under its own weight.

I’m watching Ireland change, and it’s hard to stay optimistic. Once a land of emigrants, we’re now swamped with newcomers—149,200 immigrants arrived in the year to April 2024, driving net migration to 79,300, the highest since 2007.

When I first began my climbing journey, I assumed that strength and grit would be the primary tools of the trade. But as I delved deeper into this intricate world, I quickly realized that a climber’s most indispensable ally is none other than the humble rope.

My first glimpse of Pokhara was a panorama of immense beauty, with its serene lakes, bustling streets, and the majestic silhouette of the Himalayas serving as the city’s backdrop. But as enchanting as the town was, the mountains called to me, promising adventures and tales waiting to be unearthed.

After my childhood odyssey from Poland to Australia, I developed an insatiable thirst for travel and a deep-seated curiosity about our vibrant, diverse world. Now, with more than 140 countries imprinted on my passport, I am living proof that a rootless beginning can inspire a life of exploration.

In 1980, at the tender age of seven, my life took an unexpected turn. I was uprooted from my quaint Polish neighbourhood and planted firmly into the vast, sun-baked landscape of Australia. The transition was sudden, thrilling, and terrifying, like a rollercoaster ride you’re too young to fully understand.

From the earliest memories of my childhood, trains have always fascinated me. Their rhythmic rumbles, the hypnotic tracks stretching to infinity, and their promise of adventures in distant lands, have always stirred a sense of intrigue and wanderlust within me. 

As an avid pilot, I’ve found paragliding in Malta to be one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life. In this post, I want to share with you my journey through the skies of this beautiful Mediterranean island.

From the moment my boots hit the well-trodden paths of Wicklow, I knew I was in for an extraordinary adventure. Nestled on Ireland’s east coast, this county, known as the “Garden of Ireland”, offers a diverse landscape that effortlessly blends raw beauty with lush tranquility.

My Emerald Isle: Why Ireland is the Epitome of Home. I’ve been blessed to call Ireland home, a land of boundless beauty, rich history, and captivating culture. The extraordinary virtues of this captivating island reach far beyond its charming allure and lush landscapes.