While a road trip to the end of the land in the UK is probably foolish considering the cold winter weather, it does mean less caravans chocking the even-narrower-than-regular-skinny-English-roads, which is admittedly worth carrying a heavy jacket and umbrella every time we stepped out of the car and plastered our…
Before I embarked on this experiment to transplant my life as I knew it to the UK, Julie came to see my home, meet my friends and family and learn what and who had helped to shape the course of my life thus far. It may have also been a…
Easter could have been spent in Riga, Latvia. But why go through the rigmarole of sourcing a visa for an Aussie when we could go to Exeter instead? The Georgian Lodge B&B housed our room up several flights of skinny terrace house stairs. Overlooking a public car park, I could…
Circling around the south west of Lake Titicaca to the frontier town of Kasani the bus drivers delighted us by bringing a slice of Brisbane culture to this rainy, frosty, hailing, corner of rural Peru. Yes people, Savage Garden’s Greatest Hits are blaring from the bus stereo. And of course…
You know the good thing about sitting in a variety of buses alllllll day? I can catch up on my blog during those hours we’re not racing another bus around Andean hairpin turns and I’m not one-sharp-swerve-to-avoid-oncoming-traffic away from careening onto the floor. No wonder seat belts are compulsory in…