Supposedly the top attraction in Hobart, or so our tour guide says as we follow her around the city. Others have given it the infamous slogan of 'The Museum of Sex and Death'. We were told this experience would be confronting, "come to be shocked" our tour guide had said. I am put on edge from the very beginning and the rest of the day would only get worse from here.
Ever since I've started visiting different countries, travelled around the world or simply just wanted somewhere to stay closer to the city centre, I have chosen to stay in hostels over other forms of accommodation. Why? Hostels are cheap, firstly. And secondly, you get to meet people, make friends, share your stories and generally exchange … Continue reading Hostels, Yay or Nay?
Excitement with a dash of nervousness and a hell of a lot of planning. That just about sums up this week for me. Less than four days to go until I jet off back to a more stable and relaxed land. Four days to say goodbye to friends, to reflect on the meaning of the … Continue reading Excitement for the year to come.
"Laughter is the best medicine, and it costs nothing... You've got to have a laugh haven't you." I am back here, where I have been so many times to write these posts. Sat in the back of this dimly lit and familiar coffee shop; cosy not dreary, and bursting with life. There is a table … Continue reading Little pockets of Joy.
Vegan, bisexual, female, artist. I am more than a little intense sometimes, with my views of the world and how it would be better if people would just practise a little more empathy. I know, it's inconvenient for you to listen, but I repeat myself far too often because I'm simply not getting through. But … Continue reading ‘Are We Done Yet?’
When you come to Australia on a working holiday visa (Subclass 417), it is expected that you do 88 days of regional work, farm work or fruit picking, in order to get signed off for a second year to continue working and travelling in Australia.
First of all (I know I shouldn't bitch about it really) we were lied to about this mill being able to sign off my second year visa, so I wasted 88 days of my short time in this country being treated like an idiot doing boring manual labour in the middle of nowhere, for no … Continue reading Put Dingo Saw Mill on Your Blacklist and Drive Away.
You don't. Just kidding, but the last week or so has been tough. Me and Todd are travelling down the East coast of Australia over the next couple of months, and it seems every time we hit a grocery store or coffee shop we argue for half an hour before giving in and purchasing the … Continue reading How to travel on a budget without weeping at every given moment.
We sit for hours along the highway, listening to You Me At Six battling against the sound of the engine and the rush of the wind through the windows. This new country is build on the shores of a wasteland, and we're riding up the explorers highway, serial eating Ritz crackers and watching the eagles fly overhead and the crows and vultures feast on the roadkill.
I wrote a post about a lack of focus recently, explaining the distractions of this place and my intention to concentrate on positivity and motivation instead. And yet I still ended up with a general lack of focus, and few actions towards living more intentionally, despite being here. Instead I continue to let myself become … Continue reading Refocus.