Arctic Dreams: The Polar Bears of Churchill. PART I Dec 1, 2011
Arctic Dreams: The Polar Bears of Churchill. PART II Dec 8, 2011
Long-Haul Travel: A Frequent Flyer’s Survival Guide. PART I Feb 19, 2012
The Road Less Travelled Jan 27, 2012
Is this it? Discovering Yellowstone National Park Oct 8, 2011
After spending 3 months traveling through some of the wild places of the USA and Canada, and actively avoiding the cities, it still feels very strange to be living in a city again.
Even a city as stupendously cool as Melbourne.
One part of me is loving it: the wine bars, the galleries, exploring the graffiti-art lane ways that Melbourne is famous for. Another part of me is craving to be near a beach / mountain / forest in the middle of freaking nowhere.
How many of you have already forgotten your New Years resolution’s?
I have.
Something about making more money, finding eternal happiness, drink less red wine…something, something…blah, blah… Read more
Travelling is something I plan to do for years to come and having a home base in Australia means long-haul flights are an inevitable part of getting from A to B. Finding ways to cope became a priority for me a long time ago.
So what do I do to survive?
I’m not saying any of this going to make things awesome, but it could help to take the edge off a little. Read more
I am going to be upfront with you: long-haul flights suck. A lot.
Profound, I know.
You thought you were in for some philosophical musing on the art of air travel, didn’t you? And now this! I apologise sincerely. Read more
I have come to the conclusion that Melbourne makes me anxious: in an excited, wide-eyed, kid-in-a-candy-store kind of way.
There is just so much going on all the time that it is all a little overwhelming. I find myself not knowing where to start.
To me this question is a bit of a no-brainer. But this would be a very short post if I give you my never-fail solution first up. So sit back, relax and allow me to have a bit of a whine first…
I always feel a little miserable in that first few weeks of returning home from traveling. It’s only natural.
I feel like I have been driving forever.
Since that first nerve-wracking drive through Anchorage over two months ago I have driven nearly 4000 miles (6400 km) through Alaska and the western states of the USA. I was sure I would never get used to that uneasy feeling of driving on the right-hand/wrong side of the road, and yet now I feel as though I could do it in my sleep.
Everyone loves an Aussie. Or so it seems. It’s something I’ve noticed in all the countries I’ve travelled in the past twelve years, but never more so than here in the States. The reaction I get when I tell people I am from Australia goes through a relatively standard process:
First there is the slightly confused “what-the-hell-is-that-weird-accent” look. Then come the misunderstandings as some words don’t quite translate. I resort to putting a soft, rolling American ‘r’ on the end of my words instead of a hard Australian ‘a’ to make myself understood. Amazing. The word is completely transformed. Then, after a suitable amount of translation, the inevitable question:
“Where are you from?”
Getting ‘off the beaten track’ is getting more and more difficult these days with tour companies providing access to even the most remote areas of the globe. This also means that if you have the dollars, you can pretty much go anywhere you like!
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Arctic Dreams: The Polar Bears of Churchill. PART I Dec 1, 2011
Arctic Dreams: The Polar Bears of Churchill. PART II Dec 8, 2011
Long-Haul Travel: A Frequent Flyer’s Survival Guide. PART I Feb 19, 2012
The Road Less Travelled Jan 27, 2012
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