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
I don’t believe there is ever not a good time to travel, and leaving a Sydney summer for a European winter is no exception. Plus, for a girl who finds herself as entranced with fairy lights as I do, London leading into Christmas is a fairytale. Too busy staring up at the strings of lights … Continue reading A library of London
Growing up sometimes means awful things like annual leave. But saying no to a summer in Europe doesn’t mean you’re sentenced to home detention. And if you’re clever enough to pick a keeper like I did, a surprise weekend away might even be on the cards. The clue: eggs and meringue. The answer: unyoked. In … Continue reading Venturing to Kangaroo Valley
Have you ever arrived late at your hostel and had to creep into your dorm in the dark and wished you’d packed a torch? Or found yourself draping the clothes you’ve just washed in the sink over every dusty corner you can find in your hotel room and teared up over your washing line at … Continue reading Hack: what to pack
