The year that became 2020 began ominously. I spent New Year’s Eve alone in an Auckland Air B&B watching coverage of Australia’s bushfire crisis on Al Jazeera and blogging about my travel highlights of the year. I felt guilty. Horrible
August 10 is Love Your Bookshop Day. And I put it to you that nobody loves a bookshop quite like me. The evidence of my undying love for bookshops can be found on the shelves of my spare bedroom cum book
After leaving Perth in a huff, our grumpy old backpacker continues on to Fremantle… Two hours later, feeling tired and grumpy I arrive at the BP Inn Fremantle YHA. There’s no queue and even though I’ve arrived before the official
At the other end of the court was a brash 17-year-old Spanish kid. He had shoulder length hair and baggy red shorts that looked a size too big. The Spanish kid was hitting winners all over the court, swinging his
Despite my committed republicanism, I do like a prince. What girl doesn’t? So when I found myself in London on the occasion of the last big royal wedding (the one when William married Kate), my English friend Karen and I
I hate not having an alarm clock while I’m travelling. It really breaks my routine and just bugs me. Almost a month into a European trip I was desperate to acquire one, having forgot to bring one with me. So,
We Australians are sometimes guilty of forgetting that ANZAC Day isn’t all about us. I confess, for example, to having been somewhat surprised to learn in my twenties that troops from France and India had been involved in the Gallipoli campaign.
Aaah Sunday morning. Time for a lazy hour or two enjoying a nice breakfast and a coffee or two. This weekly café ritual is some me time, to relax with a magazine and gather my thoughts. Sunday café time is