The only reason I visited Miznon Notting Hill was because of the image of a man, crouched over a little table along the side of Kensington Park Road, tucking delightedly into an entire head of…
It’s been over 200 days since I quit my job, packed my life inside my DofE rucksack, and got on a thirteen-hour flight to move to Hong Kong. Here’s what I’ve learnt…