Medicine
An unfiltered journey from lecture halls to hospital wards and, eventually, into the controlled chaos of emergency medicine.
Enter the hospital
This is where the three strands of The Roving Doctor meet.
One path follows the slow, bewildering process of becoming a doctor - from medical school and junior training to the controlled chaos of emergency medicine.
The second trades scrubs for a backpack, following reckless detours, difficult trails, deep water and the stories that only appear once the familiar disappears.
The third comes home to Malta - a tiny Mediterranean country I only learned to fully appreciate after leaving it, and one I now explore with the same curiosity I once reserved for somewhere far away.
Enter the hospital, take the road into stories from across the world, or explore Malta through a local lens.
An unfiltered journey from lecture halls to hospital wards and, eventually, into the controlled chaos of emergency medicine.
Enter the hospital
Adventures from across the world - from ancient ruins and jungle-choked trails to the depths of the ocean and the summits of active volcanoes.
Follow the road
It took leaving Malta to realise how much these islands hold - clear seas, ancient history, wild coastlines and far more hidden corners than their size suggests.
Explore MaltaBrowse the newest writing, switch between hospital corridors, distant horizons and Malta, or move through the complete archive page by page.
Start chronologically, jump directly into emergency medicine, or follow the long-form journeys that shaped the travel side of the journal.
Lecture halls, anatomy labs, doubt, ambition and the first uncertain steps towards becoming a doctor.
→Hospital wards, first calls, difficult lessons and responsibility that suddenly feels very real.
→A deeply personal gap-year journey through wilderness, burnout, loneliness and rediscovery.
→Night shifts, rapid decisions and learning to stay steady while everything else is moving.
→You do not need to read everything in order.
Pick the story that sounds most like the trouble you would willingly follow and begin there.
The road will make sense eventually.