Howzit my travel-hungry hound dawgs. Trev here. Your man with his ear to his feet on the ground. Your man with his nose on the roses. Your man waving his face in the air like he just don’t care. The ladies love it when I do that. They wave their faces in the air right back.

As you know, I am a man of journeys. Physical journeys, mostly. Okay basically I like to go places. While I was journeying through the internet, I stumbled across this Ricoffee-soaked biscuit of a website called Nomadic Matt run by a oke who fancies himself a bit of a Trevor (just less clever). His name is ‘Nomadic Matt’ and he travels the world writing about it. Kinda like Trev, if by ‘world’ you mean, ‘South Africa and sometimes Mauritius’.

Anyway check his flow for a bit of that ‘man about towns’ vibe. I reckon this is the only guy I know who might know more about stealing free stuff from hotels than I do. Matt, if you’re reading this, I’m your boy Trev and I got a fan fever for you.

Peace. Trevells.