As soon as I finished highschool and had no idea what I wanted to "do with my life", I got a crappy job and saved and saved and saved until I could afford my first overseas trip. I bought my ticket, packed way too much stuff into my backpack and set off, incredibly nervous that I was heading to Canada alone. I spent 10 months travelling around and then, that was it. I knew what I wanted to do with my life...at least in a very immediate sense. And I have been lugging my backpack on to foreign buses, planes and trains ever since, returning home only to earn money (and have incredibly overdue catch ups with friends, family and my dog and cat).
Constant travel doesn't come cheap and as I am not a bazillionare the last few years have seen me budget my way through a fair few countries, thanks to volunteering, couchsurfing and occasionally sleeping in bus stations. Three years ago I made a human-sized addition to my cargo, in the form of Will: bus buddy/crisis averter/dinner partner/de-stresser and ever-patient boyfriend (that's him intently enjoying lunch while I pose mid-mouthful).
We have learnt a lot while we've been out in the big wide world... like how to build a house out of straw, how do a headstand yoga style and what to do if you find a wild elephant (it's run away), but the thing that has struck me the most is how kind and hospitable and friendly and helpful perfect strangers can be. And how wonderful it is to make friends with these perfect strangers, even when you know you will probably never see them again. One thing I still have not learned is how to pack light.
I love to travel, but I enjoy other things too. I like food...the cooking, growing and eating of. I like wandering around a new city and stumbling upon the area filled with op-shops, street art and the cafe, the one you will return to day after day. And drinking a coffee (or three) there. I like the homely satisfaction of anything baking in the oven. I like seeing my family after months and months away from them. And I like cake. I really like cake
about wander with me...
'Why a blog?' I hear you ask. Ok, I can't actually, but I'm going to tell you anyway.
I have always enjoyed writing (and reading- when I was young I used to hide under my covers and read by torchlight when I was supposed to be asleep...my parents never suspected a thing...) and even studied it for a while. I discovered I would just rather write and one cold Sunday morning I started this blog. I was in Canada, winter was doing its thing and, having quit my horrible waitressing job, I did not have a lot to do. The idea of leaving the warmth of my bedroom did not even enter my head (I am from sunny Australia after all) but I was bored. Then I eyed my computer. It didn't eye me back. Regardless, I turned it on, found a blogging website and started writing. And ever since then, this has been where I (now we) share our stories and photographs.
This isn't the sort of travel blog where you will find helpful advice about things or hints about what to do in towns or cities or countries. I won't tell you what the 'best' places are or where not to go. This is a blog about where we have been and what we have done. Perhaps it will inspire you to visit places you never before thought of visiting, or perhaps it will just give you something to read on a Monday morning.
I love to travel, but I enjoy other things too. I like food...the cooking, growing and eating of. I like wandering around a new city and stumbling upon the area filled with op-shops, street art and the cafe, the one you will return to day after day. And drinking a coffee (or three) there. I like the homely satisfaction of anything baking in the oven. I like seeing my family after months and months away from them. And I like cake. I really like cake
about wander with me...
'Why a blog?' I hear you ask. Ok, I can't actually, but I'm going to tell you anyway.
I have always enjoyed writing (and reading- when I was young I used to hide under my covers and read by torchlight when I was supposed to be asleep...my parents never suspected a thing...) and even studied it for a while. I discovered I would just rather write and one cold Sunday morning I started this blog. I was in Canada, winter was doing its thing and, having quit my horrible waitressing job, I did not have a lot to do. The idea of leaving the warmth of my bedroom did not even enter my head (I am from sunny Australia after all) but I was bored. Then I eyed my computer. It didn't eye me back. Regardless, I turned it on, found a blogging website and started writing. And ever since then, this has been where I (now we) share our stories and photographs.
This isn't the sort of travel blog where you will find helpful advice about things or hints about what to do in towns or cities or countries. I won't tell you what the 'best' places are or where not to go. This is a blog about where we have been and what we have done. Perhaps it will inspire you to visit places you never before thought of visiting, or perhaps it will just give you something to read on a Monday morning.
So join us (and our enormous backpacks) as we wander around the world and eat food, meet people and do stuff. It's fun, I promise.
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