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…
Einstein’s Barber Shop Itinerary – Morocco: Deserts, Riads, Medinas, and the obligatory Fes!
Itinerary 5 – MoroccoAfrica
Dear Low Cost Airline
The following is a work of fiction. Any persons or situations that resemble real life are absolutely intentional, but no offense is intended (well, not too much anyway). I buy low-cost flights because of the low cost (big surprise there)…
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
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
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…
Expanding and learning
Follow my blog with Bloglovin One thing about writing your first blog is that it is a learning journey! Each week of posting, I find a new hurdle or a new challenge in writing and presenting Einstein’s Barber Shop. I’m…
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 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
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
(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…
How travel is supposed to be
Nineteen years ago, secure in the knowledge that I was going to be a great traveller, I sat on a minibus on a highway between Shizuoka and Tokyo in central Japan glowing with a sense of superiority over the other…