Cassidy Parker
A self-employed writer and insatiable adventurer, I write about the places to which both my feet and mind travel. This blog also showcases my professional work.
Cassidy Parker, blog, writer, Johannesburg, South Africa, travel, copywriter, travel writer
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I’m a writer and adventurer with an equal love for experiences that demand expression and those that defy it

I strive to write what I live to read: eclectic and expressive prose with an authentic, unapologetic voice and no small amount of quirk

For 10 years I have written print and digital content for clients around the world – please take a look at my portfolio for more

The first incarnation of this blog was born of a broken foot. A bunk-bed mishap in southern Argentina several years ago – I’ll say no more – saw my travel plans dashed, but ultimately led to a second South American adventure and the recounting of said adventures online. Today, these pages continue to document my wanderings around the planet (on two fully working feet) and the musings of my mind as I do so. They also feature a portfolio of my work.

  • There’s an unmistakeable moment – just one – that completely captures solo travel for me. It is the instant, relieved of my bags and assured of a place to sleep for the night, that I step out onto a foreign street in well-worn (but usually impractical) shoes...

  • Voices mumble and a guitar starts up, a gentle melody to which Steve soon starts singing in French. “No no no, wait, please stop,” I hear my 19-year-old voice say more than once. “Please. Start again...

  • The first time I tried to read The English Patient, it took me seven months and I laboured through every word. I endured it because it was a gift and I felt obliged, but I absorbed nothing. Two years later, I was obliged again when it found its way onto...

  • Imagine skin stripped from flesh. Imagine only the muscles and tendons and fascia beneath, sinewy and strong, revealing and raw. For a couple of metres from her roots up, that’s what she reminds me of: a body exposed to its essentials...

  • September marks seven months of freelance. Seven months of buying groceries with the pensioners at 11am on a Wednesday, of riding the waves of desperate anxiety and joyous I-got-a-gig relief...

  • “Put this on,” he says. “You’re going to need it.” “What for?” “We’re going out.” “You can’t be serious. It’s snowing.” “Which is why you’re going to need my coat. Put it on.”...