For a few months now I haven’t had much going on travel-wise. We can blame that on running out of money and graduating from university – and the exhaustion of trying to find a job that comes with it, of course. BUT… there are plans coming together that I’m very excited to do and write … Continue reading
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A wannabe London tourist
How many of us really know our home city? Unless you’ve answered, “Yeah, I do, really well” and I’ve stumbled into an awkward situation here, I’ll take the people who answered, “Actually, not that well” and bond in our neglect. You may know some places to go, the general vibes of neighbourhoods, like I do, … Continue reading
Narwhal? Nowhere? No, NORWICH!
Norwich, England, isn’t a place many people have heard of or at least not spent their free time dreaming about. When I said to people that I went (boohoo, past tense) to University in East Anglia, they stared at me blankly. “Norwich?”, I try, to at least be visualising the same region and convince them … Continue reading
London’s calling (and it’s about to go crazy)
Seeing as this is the city I’ll be spending most of my time from now on, it seems a bit cruel to leave it out. It may be my hometown (and one that I’ll damn well proud of being from) but you still find travel excitement and adventure within it. Don’t underestimate the places right … Continue reading
Home from home
YAY. I’ve finished with all university work in Australia. And ultimately until late September. I’m going to have to make some effort over the next few months to ensure my brain doesn’t completely turn to mush. So, there was one massive theme in all of the units I happened to pick out over here in … Continue reading
Thongs, Macca’s and Goon
G’day, how you going? Aussie tip for a foreigner number one: don’t answer “by bus”, they don’t want to know how you’re getting somewhere. In true confusing Aussie style, they want to know how you are. And here’s a personalised tip for anyone who’s like me. People who know me will that know I, as … Continue reading