POSTS BY: Vuyi Qubeka

It was whilst strolling the streets of the Jewish district in Budapest that I first became sure that travel was the reason to be alive: the scent of goulash kissing the air, leading me to corners within decrepit buildings, revealing hidden jazz clubs and old churches. Perhaps it is the thrill of the unknown or the ecstasy of random discovery; but the magic of travel has led me to Getaway as a journalist, albeit after patiently nagging to get in. Come with me as I learn, grow and seek to roam free along the world’s passages of joy.