The Marc Edwards story

I was born to a Welsh father and a Chinese mother in Paris, Europe’s gastronomic heaven. Before long, my father refuted that claim, having come to the epiphany that English food was decidedly better than its French equivalent….so at the tender age of 7, I was sent off to the greasy land of Fish and Chips. There I learned all the life skills that the UK had to offer: to enjoy bland food, to keep down multiple drinks, to stay in good spirits despite the gloomy weather, and most excitingly, how to queue! After 15 years of schooling (having spent a year in Italy and Mexico studying both of these romance languages) and armed with a BA in Business, Italian and French, I decided that I had finally reached an appropriate age to be able to understand what my mum had been saying to punish me when I was a kid. This also meant adding another language to my CV: Mandarin. After a full year of eating Roast Duck and watching people spit with cunning aim, I returned to comparatively sunny London to take on the corporate world (and please my parents). Two soul-destroying years of work later, I realised that I actually missed the never-ending traffic, the smog and the cheap clothes of China. And so here I am!!!

Describe yourself in less than 10 words: outgoing, energetic, loud, charming, hysterically funny and tongue-in-cheek……

Favourite Food: French or Chinese!

Favourite Place: Paris and 5pm on the Beijing Subway….

Travel Philosophy: Just go out there, be happy and have fun, there’s plenty of time to be sad and bored when you’re not travelling!

Quote: Enjoy yourself. It’s later than you think.

Special Talent: During the day I practise licking my elbow and when night comes I dress up in spandex and fight crime. I also think I’m pretty good at rock, paper, scissors.

Measurements: I have a year-round tan