

Next, as I readied to leave, I had a picnic in the garden of my parents house and all my friends lazed about on cushions under fairy lights (in 90s teen fashion!) and wrote me messages. I would read and re-read these messages on repeat while I was away, without phones or email or any way to contact home other than some very very slow air mail, most of which didn’t actually arrive until after I had arrived back to London after 6 long weeks away. There were song lyrics from the boys too shy to write a personal note, and a Primo Levi poem from my friend Piera who was studying A-level classics. It became so true, both of the friends I left behind and of the friends I made while I was in the Amazon, she could not have picked anything better (we’re still close friends now).

It all changes once I arrived in the Amazon. Streams and streams of pages, all about how much I fancied one of the boys in the group, who ended up, via a long drama, becoming my first serious boyfriend. It annoys me now that this took up quite so much of the travel journal’s pages, but then again, I was 17 and travelling to the far side of the world, so perhaps it’s just as it should be! There is still a lot in there about the actual experience of being in the Amazon, revealed most tellingly in small side references to the toilet we dug by hand and made a ‘luxury’ toilet seat out of bamboo, which we stripped with a Swiss Army knife to make it smoother to sit on! And how the tree my hammock was attached to had fallen down in the night (along with mine and several others’ hammocks too), landing onto a spiky bush. We had to be wary, too, of snakes and various other animals wandering beneath our hammocks at night (you always had to shake out your boots before you plopped your feet down into them from above!). I wrote about how one of the girls whose hammock collapsed had cried, so we all helped her first, then once she was back asleep, a Scottish guy called Andy helped me with mine, and then I helped with his. Then we shared the last Rizla (‘gold dust’ apparently!). After all, I was a 17-year-old from Camden Town!



A family friend gave me another journal before I left. At first, I found the cover a bit cheesy, but I grew to really like it because it had these little envelopes for storing mementoes. In this journal, there are lots of notes about budgeting, lists of new French words I was learning, and my early experiences settling into life there—finding a mobile phone, searching for work, and trying to manage my student budget. There were numerous notes about practical things, such as buying pasta and my first rented apartment. Eventually, the entries include friendships formed through scuba diving and going to the theatre.
Looking back through these journals reminded me why travel notebooks feel so valuable—they don’t just record the journey, but all the little daily moments along the way. It's looking back at these journals that has inspired our brand-new travel journals.

In May 2025, I took the prototype of the new Mark+Fold Travel Journal to Southern Spain - the Cabo de Gata Natural Park near Almeria. I wanted to record our family holiday, but also road-test what we'd designed, including details like pockets made from the same glassine envelopes we use to make our best-selling Brass Page Markers.
Shop the Mark+Fold Travel Journal, in pistache and blue. For more of the design story, read An Introduction to the Mark+Fold Travel Journal.