The next day, despite hanging out of my butt, I was able to see the funny side of the week’s events. I plotted up on the familiar sofa I’d spent the vast proportion of my recovery on, I switched on my laptop, I drank coffee until it made me shake and I applied for every […]
Read more "A Series Of Ridiculous Events (Part 3): How Not To Do Australia… SA, Australia"I guess I should now continue the story… as unfortunately for me, my series of events did not end at attempting to walk away from my crazy ex boss. My Au Pair buddy forced me to get in the car that Stupid Judy had left with her. She was crying. I couldn’t let her cry […]
Read more "A Series Of Ridiculous Events (Part 2): It’s The Sound Of The Police… VIC to SA, Australia"It’s been exactly twelve weeks and five days since I left the UK with plans to travel forever. Again. But I have a banging headache, and I fear Black Eyed Peas’ – Where Is The Love? is not helping the cause. I’m blankly staring at the mini TV in the back of the Singapore Airlines […]
Read more "A Series Of Ridiculous Events (Part 1): My Crazy Ex Boss… VIC, Australia"Travel blogging is a saturated community. Everyone’s at it. But do you know why I love it? Because it’s honest… apart from the small handful of people that regurgitate rubbish to earn the pennies. I find solace in travel blogs. I find first hand experiences, stories and reviews. I find interesting, overlooked activities. I find […]
Read more "OZ BLOG: Day 34 – 42, What It’s Like to Travel When You Can’t Walk… Rockhampton to Melbourne, Australia"Fliss was waiting when I got back from surgery. I was queasy for about ten minutes, but then I slammed my face into a Spaghetti Bolognese and a giant Freddo. It felt so good to eat. I glugged down water, coffee and Coca Cola as I waged war against my three day dry mouth. Somewhere […]
Read more "OZ BLOG: Day 29 – 33 (Part 2): That Time I Peed On Myself… Rockhampton, Australia"HAHA! This is a long ass post, so take a deep breath and feel free to laugh. Let me set the scene. If you didn’t read the last post you won’t know that a couple of weeks ago I flew to Middle Island from 1770, QLD on a tiny propeller plane. The plan was to […]
Read more "OZ BLOG: Day 29 – 33 (Part 1): That Time The Drs Gave Me Ket… Rocky, Australia"It was only after Castaways that I admitted to myself that I can’t drink the way I used to. Or maybe it was just that goon was lethal. Either way, I admitted it to a guy on Tinder who in turn called me a ‘Cadbury.’ WTF is a ‘Cadbury?’* *Cadbury (def.): A cheap drunk (A […]
Read more "OZ BLOG: Day 27 – 28, The Disadvantages Of Being A ‘Cadbury’… 1770 Castaway, Australia"