Following the curves of shadows along the rock face we arrived at our destination. The red earth around the small pool of water, although undisturbed, had a sense of inviting, calling us to come and take a seat. In its purest form, we were being welcomed to country. To the land of the Anangu people, … Continue reading At the core of Australia
Getting towards the end of our road trip and, having almost burnt a hole where the odometer used to be, you’d think we might start slowing down. You’d be wrong. Having reached the far South coast of Western Australia, here’s what we shoved into give or take three or four days. Apologies in advance as … Continue reading Coasting through West Australia
“Maybe we shouldn’t have had a beer at lunch” he smirked as we approached the edge of the cliff. The waves crashing against the red rocks a good forty metres below us. A guard rail? Nope. A warning sign? Nah. A parks and wildlife officer telling you to stay back? God no, we’re in Western … Continue reading Meet the Margaret River
Upon learning that the name of the island translates to ‘rat’s nest‘, the expectations weren’t really that high. The reality of Rottnest though, is far from a pile of rat’s nests. Turquoise water washing up against sparkling beaches with every twist and turn, there’s no better excuse to keep taking breathers from riding, even if … Continue reading Riding ’round Rottnest
You know when you find that place, that place where time stops and preferably phone reception does too. The sort of place where you’re happy to lose track of time and where you left your shoes. Where a walk along the beach can be the entire plan for the day, but there is still plenty … Continue reading Sweet, sweet Shoalhaven
I am just going to get it out of the way: I went to Amsterdam and didn’t get high. I must admit I had my hesitations before coming to this city due to the expectation that often accompanies it, but once again I was reminded of how the best thing that travel teaches you is … Continue reading Dayyymn Amsterdam
Putting Bruges into words can only be described as writing something of a love letter. With it’s cobblestone roads, bridges dressed in vines, Gothic squares and high-pitched cottages, it was something of a fairytale. More than midway through our trip, having nothing to do other than wander the canals of Bruges, dodging the horse and … Continue reading Blown away by Bruges
Can I just jump a few steps forward and start with our accommodation in Berlin? Holy freaking wow. Even if it rained all week or there was only two hours of sunlight a day, I would be happy at The Provocateur. The entrance, framed in lights, directed you to the theatrics inside. Deep red velvet … Continue reading Breaking in Berlin
Within an hour of arriving in Copenhagen we understood why the main mode of transport here is bikes. The first train from the airport was delayed by twenty minutes, which meant we missed our connecting bus and ended up having to wait at the bus-stop for thirty minutes in the dark because it was 3pm … Continue reading Keeping cool in Copenhagen
You will never believe the following occurred in just over twenty-four hours. But it did. Because if you’re going to do it, do it right. And do it all. Day one / we rose and walked all of three meters to The Watch House, a cafe-come-bar that I’d been ogling through the windows the night … Continue reading Listing off London
