They call me The Witch

They Call Me The Witch.

I didn’t head to the edge of the world to "find myself" in a cloud of incense. I went because the opportunity was too tempting to pass up.

This isn’t some sugar-coated travel diary full of awe over sunsets. This is a brutally honest story about how not to lose your mind on a yacht with a nudist captain and why, under no circumstances, should you grab a tiger by the balls—even if the trainer swears it boosts masculinity.

From God-forsaken ports and shady bars to the wild atolls of Tuamotu—I looked for freedom everywhere. I found it where the sharks say goodnight and the horizon is the only plan for tomorrow.

If you’re looking for a polite guidebook, put this book down. But if you want to see what happens when life says "check" to a girl who doesn’t do compromises and always speaks her mind—welcome aboard.