While most people create their vision boards at the start of the year, I like to start mine in May. January doesn’t always have to be the start of the year in my world!
Category: Travel & Adventure
A long weekend in Melbourne
Melbourne is like Sydney’s anarchist sibling. It’s the one who went rogue; the middle child who decided to leave his cookie cutter Aussie family and be everything everyone else his family wasn’t.
Take me to the mountains
Whenever I go to the Blue Mountains, I like to imagine I’m going back in time. From boarding the rickety old tin train at Central station to off-boarding at the center of town, breathing in that cold mountain air.
Bringing Fiji Village life to Sydney
I wonder if there’s a way to integrate Gunu Village into daily Sydney life? Like if all apartment blocks had regular social nights to get to know your neighbors, where people who cooked a lovely meal and couldn’t finish it could share it.
Being a “flâneur” in France
“The flâneur observer.. whose aim is to derive the eternal from the transitory and to see the the poetic in the historic. A person who walks the city in order to experience it, discovering it as a landscape of voluptuous extremes. Adept of the joys of watching, connoisseur of empathy, the flâneur finds the world ‘picturesque.”
Monsoon Season in Cairns
It’s actually quite a difficult situation for the council because when a person is eaten by a crocodile, the families left behind usually want the guilty croc executed. They actually have to take the suspects and X-ray their stomachs for human remains. But the thing is when a family requests it to be shot, it’s almost always the apex predator; the highest crocodile in the food chain.
Au revoir 2017, Bonjour 2018!
2017 has been an amazing year. I knew there would be big changes for me in 2017. I was in the last year of my Working Holiday Visa in Australia. I either had to leave the country or beg a company to keep me around. There had been many changes to visas making it harder […]
August 5: Australian Anniversary
My metaphorical blisters have healed and I can run my fingers along my calloused feet. I have a perfect aerial view of the route I took two years ago; from up here, I can pinpoint the exact moments where I wanted to give up.
A weekend in Mudgee
We hit the road early, coffees in hand and music turned up. We listened to a 90’s playlist and snacked on caramel cookies and granola bars.
Camping at Sandbar
In the morning I was awoken by the sun soaking our tent, creating a glowing red tint. I squirmed out of my sleeping bag and stretched my arms across the bed, listening to the sounds of the kookaburras in the distance.