Back in November I wrote a blog post from the point of view of my, at the time, seven month old second cousin. Now, in Austria and Germany, we’re sharing our holiday with some long time family friends. Their seven year old daughter is my adopted sister, my partner in crime and my BBFF (best best friend forever).
I’m a history student so I’ve seen my fair share of castles and palaces and they all have their individual charms and unfortunate flaws. I’m also an avid watcher of Homes under the Hammer and Grand Designs which basically makes me a professional architect, project manager, builder and interior designer. So when I came to Herrenchiemsee, I was able to look at the building with my critical historian/design protege eye and had a few helpful notes.
Originally posted on The Troublesome Traveller:
For some, travel is not just about discovering new places, but escaping old ones that have had a negative impact on our lives. But what if the negativity in your life isn’t coming from your past? What if it’s following you around, bringing down the day? If you’re carrying it with…
Because Broome is great and you need to go there.
Originally posted on When Do I Get The Manual?:
I love being able to express myself in writing. It feels more accurate somehow than speaking words. Talking for me can sometimes feel like playing tennis with a colander; I mean, it’s possible, I can do it, but it’s not ideal. The ball goes over the net,…
Hong Kong was a little bit of a shock. Especially when I got trapped in a shopping centre in Kowloon and genuinely couldn’t find an exit for about half an hour. But being there for Chinese New Year was fantastic.
Mary Kathleen, the abandoned Uranium mining town, which existed for only a brief period between the 1950s and 1980s. All that’s left now are the concrete foundations and a few recognisable remnants of town life. I fell in love with it straight away.
It seems appropriate that I’m actually finishing off this blog post on the plane. I managed to get a last look at the red pindan dirt from the air and I said goodbye as we flew over Darwin and out into the sea. I’d be more upset if I hadn’t just found the Tim Tam stash at the back of the plane – it’s helping me process all these emotions.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and near Hanukkah too,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a roo.
The bottle-o had been raided and the food prepped with care,
And the cookies and milk left for when St. Nick would appear…
I was pleasantly surprised by Tasmania. I went there with zero expectations, and it exceeded them. I really loved it.