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Essaouira – In Search of a Dream.

Essaouira – In Search of a Dream.

We expected a lot out of Morocco. The weight of expectation has built, for me, for over 20 years from the first time I imagined wandering through a crowded medina in Marrakesh. It has been so long since I began…

View from a Room/ Welcome to Hanoi

View from a Room/ Welcome to Hanoi

In the corner of the room, close to the window was an armchair. It was black, adorned with metal end-caps on the armrests, and a large pillow decorated with gold embroidery which was slightly too large to be useful. I…

My first real encounter with the language barrier

My first real encounter with the language barrier

Whenever I travel, people ask me how I deal with the language barrier as if it is some kind of physically oppressive wall that stops them from travelling themselves. Of course I tell them that language is only a part…

Travelling in search of culture

Travelling in search of culture

When we travel, one of our goals is always to find a slice of whichever country we’re touring that has been saved the ravages of tourism. As contradictory as it may be, we travel to seek the very thing our…

No delays please – we’re Australian

No delays please – we’re Australian

This blog might seem angry and mean spirited… And it is. But I did not change the intent once I cooled down because somewhere amidst the vitriol there might be a good lesson for someone. One thing that every traveller…

The night ascent

The night ascent

  The three hour drive had proven to be far less taxing than I had supposed. Perhaps it was the respite of the slightly cooler night air that made the journey less arduous, or the way the clear evening made…

The Night Bus to Vientiane

The Night Bus to Vientiane

It was after 11pm as the bus hurtled through the night. We departed almost thirty minutes behind schedule – not bad as far as Laos buses were concerned. The afternoon swelter had slowly diminished and it was only now, at…

On ya bike! – Karst Riding

On ya bike! – Karst Riding

(The family that races together…) Coming from a family where motorcycles are a part of daily conversation and weekly life, I’ve always been surprisingly cautious about throwing a leg over, particularly when overseas. While most of my family spend many…

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