All posts tagged: Travel

To the Seaside – A day trip to Brighton

Just a one hour train ride from London and the pebble beaches, carnival pier, and bustling lanes of Brighton provide the perfect city escape. I’ve done two separate day trips down to the coastal town, enjoying the sea breezes that one misses after being in the city for so long. What I love about Brighton is that it has the perfect mix of relaxed seaside vibes and cosmopolitan charm. The town is entirely walkable if you’ve got comfy shoes on, the beach is only ten minutes from the main train station and the rest of the town’s attraction are all within 5-15 minutes of one another. The North Laine area is my favourite place to wander around, with unique cafes and eateries spilling on to the streets and a festival-like spirit in the air. Charming vintage and homeware shops are on every corner and it’s easy to just spend a few hours slowly ambling around the streets. The Royal Pavilion with its beautiful regency architecture is another must see as well as the famous Brighton …

Let’s catch up

Well hi there. It’s certainly been a while hasn’t it. It’s time for that typically cliched post about why this little internet space has been neglected, and I could go on and on giving multiple excuses. But really, life just got in the way. Time has passed quickly, I kept putting off writing that post about that place I went or this thing that I did, I worked, I saw friends, I did absolutely nothing on some days too. And that’s just life isn’t it. Suddenly it’s the end of February 2016, 10 months since I left home, and I look back and realise I haven’t got any posts on this blog to show everything that’s happened since then. Because my oh my a lot has happened. So that’s what I’m going to do, start documenting it all, just like I always wanted to. I live in London. I guess that’s the crux of it all. Leaving the little bubble of Adelaide and my comfortable existence among family and close friends was one giant leap of faith, naivety …

To the islands. First, Mykonos!

Blue and White. There’s a reason these are the colours of the Greek flag, because Greece is blue and white. Particularly the Cyclades, and most certainly Mykonos. Crystal clear water, white houses with blue shutters and window boxes spilling with blooms, white crazy-patterned pavements, and picturesque churches around every bend. If you’re going to make the trip, head there in the shoulder season months of April, May, September and October. It’s warm but not stifling hot, prices are cheaper, and it’s not as busy but everything is still open after shutting down over the winter. It’s also a more relaxed, local atmosphere as opposed to the high-rolling glitterati that descend during high season. We spent one day strolling through Mykonos town exploring Little Venice and the shops that spill onto the lanes. We wandered along the beach, ate gelati, ate gyros, and then wandered around some more. It was a hard day, very strenuous.     On our second day we hired a quad-bike, which started some kind of tradition as we did it on each of …

The ancient city of Athens

The Acropolis stands over the city of Athens as a lasting symbol of its past. Because everything about Athens is its history. The birthplace of democracy, Aristotle, Plato, and civilisation as we know it is because of Ancient Greece and its capital Athens. I’m not lying when I say that I left Athens after barely two days feeling smarter, and more appreciative and understanding of history. Some fun facts: A misconception that I was guilty of thinking (and let’s not judge if you knew better), but the Acropolis is not the beautiful temple sitting on top of the rock, it is the rock. The word Acropolis means highest, outermost (acro) point of the  city (polis) which is typically chosen as a point of defence. The most commonly photographed temple atop the Acropolis is the Parthenon, which was first built as a temple to the goddess of Athena, the city’s patron. The official distance of a marathon (42.195km) is the distance a soldier had to run to Athens in his full armour to relay the result of …

Istanbul, where East meets West.

A sea of tulips in front on the Blue Mosque in Sultanahmet; markets bustling with bodies as the aromas of spices fill the air; smiling faces standing outside restaurants ushering you in to sample their meals; stray cats and dogs milling on the streets in search of the scraps given by kind locals; cobblestone pathways winding through the streets that are lined with cramped buildings. These are the images that come to mind when I recall my time spent in Istanbul, the city where the East and West meet. Filled with culture, history, religion, and delicious food, my time in Istanbul was fleeting. Four days felt like a long time to spend there, but when I think of the sheer expanse of this city compared with what we saw, we only scratched the surface. The Blue Mosque, Hagia Sofia, the Grand Bazaar and the Topkapi Palace Gardens were all on the to-do list. The mosques were stunning with their intricate mosaic walls and ceilings, and the gardens surrounding them flooded with tulips in full bloom. …

Popping the comfort bubble.

It’s not something that I have to do, it’s not something that I need to do, it is purely just desire. A desire to see the world, to experience different cities and cultures and to wander where my feet take me. Deciding to leave the bubble of comfort that I was living in would seem ridiculous and unnecessary to some. I had a wonderful family and great friends, a job that kept me solvent and I lived in a nice house surrounded by all the necessary comforts for day-to-day living. But as I write this from an airport lounge about to depart on a way ticket to Europe, I am breaking out of that comfort bubble for the first time ever. Yes I have travelled before, but I have always gone back home. Today, I am going to create my own home and leave what I have behind. Saying goodbye to my family and friends was tremendously hard, but it’s nice to know that I’ll be seeing them soon as they visit me and I …

Don’t just go to Queenstown when you go to Queenstown

Yes, my trip was a few months ago…yes, I’m finally getting around to posting…no, the mountains probably don’t have snow on them anymore…sorry. If you have the time and the means, the surrounding areas and towns around Queenstown are worth a visit, if not just for the views. I know, I know, all I have gone on about in these Queenstown posts is the scenery…but I tell you, it’s just so beautiful. Who doesn’t love a bit of pretty nature hey? We hired a car and made our way to our first stop of Arrowtown, a charming old miner’s town only 20 minutes out of Queenstown. It still has a street of miner’s cottages and old store fronts, and provides the perfect place for a stroll, some coffee and morning tea, and maybe even a wander through the museum. We then wound our way up Crown Range Road over and through the mountains to the lakeside town of Wanaka. Sitting on the edge of Lake Wanaka, the town is a popular resort town for the nearby ski fields. …

The breathtaking beauty of Milford Sound

Yes, my trip was a few months ago…yes, I’m finally getting around to posting…no, the mountains probably don’t have snow on them anymore…sorry. I think the only phrase I could use to describe Milford Sound is ‘stunning natural beauty’.  It’s a place that rains two out every three days, is surrounded by cliffs, mountains and rainforests, and is one of the most popular places to visit in New Zealand. If you like waterfalls, mountains, trees, penguins, seals and just all round spectacular landscapes, then I would suggest the day trip to Milford from Queenstown is a must do. It’s not an easily accessible place unless you have some major coin to spring for a plane or helicopter ride, but tour companies offering day bus trips are bountiful. The tour will include your bus trip to and from Queenstown to Milford Sound as well as a cruise (some might even throw in lunch), but be prepared to be up at the crack of dawn and spend most of your day on the bus. We were lucky …

What’s In My Carry On?

  What’s in my carry on? All the bits and bobs that I’ll need in the coming week, because I’m going to New Zealand! Be prepared for some future posts about my adventures in Queenstown, which will hopefully include lots of beautiful scenery, relaxing, good food, and jumping out of aeroplanes (just kidding on that last one, that’s definitely not happening).


It’s known as ‘Mad March’ in Adelaide, and it’s slowly coming to an end as our major festivals shut their gates. I can’t say it enough…if you’re going to visit our fair city, mid Feb-mid March is the time to do it. The Fringe Festival, Adelaide Festival, Clipsal 500 (cars drive around in circles or something), WOMADelaide music festival, and Adelaide Writer’s Week all feature, as well as much more.

Sunday Funday

It has been one of the busiest weeks I’ve had in a while but it was well worth it for all the fun that it contained and I thought I would share a couple of the highlights. A little fun fact is that my dad, mum, brother and I all have our birthday’s within two weeks of each other and we are right in the midst of it at the moment.

New year, new start and all that hoopla.

I know that I am a little bit late to the whole New Year spectacle, but it seems that it is only now that I’ve had time to breathe and really think about. The holiday time is just so crazy. In between Christmas and New Years, having family over, catching up with friends who have been away or are going away, as well as the crazy time at work with sale (I’m in retail btw), the time has just flown by!

Picture Perfect: Edinburgh Castle

  Since I am going through a travel drought at the moment, as I scrimp and save for my US trip, I hope you don’t mind if I post some of my favourite pictures from past adventures. This is the magnificent Edinburgh Castle. The sun was out, a rarity in Scotland, a band was playing in the West Princes St Gardens and I just sat there thinking how freaking beautiful it was. Scotland is definitely the most naturally stunning place I have been too…and Edinburgh certainly didn’t disappoint.

Picture Perfect: Notre Dame and the Seine

Paris is an incredibly beautiful and photogenic place, so I couldn’t resist sharing another one of my favourite pictures from my time there. It was twilight and the only way I can describe it, is that it was magical. The setting sun was hiding between the clouds and the street lights were all flicking on. This is looking down the Seine with the wonderfully gothic Notre Dame on the right. Every time I look at this, I ache to go back there. And quite frankly, with sites like this…how could you not?

The wall space quandary

I think I have a problem, in fact I know I do. I am addicted. Every place I go, I buy a poster, print or watercolour to go on my wall and now my collection has reached epic proportions. So much so that I don’t have anywhere to put them. Instead, they sit in piles or propped behind my door, wasting their beauty. It’s something I can’t resist, I just love having mementos from places I have been. Every time I look at my Monet watercolours, it takes me back to Paris and how amazing it felt to look at the water lilies in the Musée de l’Orangerie. My Kandinsky print from the Tate Modern reminds me of the day I walked across the Millennium Bridge from St Paul’s to the wonderfully industrial art space. I have old train company posters of London and Edinburgh I found rifling through a bargain bin in Oxford, and a beautiful watercolour of the Trevi Fountain I bought from a charming little shop in Rome. It seems too, that now my …

Picture Perfect: Parisian Dreams

It’s an oldie but a goodie. I just loved this moment so much that I wanted to share it as part of my Picture Perfect posts. This was after a wonderful day of shopping and wandering through the streets of Paris with one of my dear friends. We were walking back to the hotel when we came to the river and this wonderful sight befell us. I had pretty high expectations of Paris as I had been dreaming about it for many years. It certainly rose to the occasion though, particularly at this very moment. We just stood there drinking it all in as I marvelled at the fact that Paris was everything that I had dreamed about.

I had this dream.

So I had a weird dream last night. I won’t go into the details too much but basically I was driving down a beautiful tree-lined road somewhere in the New England area of the United States (well I’m guessing it was this region from my extensive viewing of Gilmore Girls episodes). Not only was I confused because Americans drive on the wrong side of the road, but then a police officer appeared out of nowhere and tried to fine me 200 pounds for doing 50km/h in a 50km/h zone (Yes, I do mean pounds and km/h. Apparently my dreams are bi-continental). Let’s just say, things got heated and I got very defensive because I was NOT speeding. But the lovely copper and I eventually sorted things out and all was well in dream world. Anyway, the reason I mention this wonderful tale is because when I woke up, it got me thinking about how much I would LOVE to be driving down a road somewhere in New England. The US is somewhere I am yet to …

Venetian Tales

Imagine it is six degrees and there is a thick layer of fog hanging over the blue-green water.It’s mystical and eerily beautiful to see the old buildings appear out of nowhere as you make you way towards San Marco by boat. In the dead of winter, this was my Venetian experience. A group of friends and I were only there for a day, so we first did the one thing we all desperately wanted to do, a gondola ride of course. Six of us crammed into the traditional boat, which was punted by a lovely fellow called Giovanni (I’m not making that up). Although refusing to sing for us, he took us through little side canals so narrow you could touch the walls of the houses as you went by. We then made our way out onto the Grand Canal, a wonderful expanse of water teaming activity even on this chilly day. It afforded beautiful views of the gorgeous old buildings that make up Venice. I should also mention, we had a couple of bottles of …