I finally made it to the Sunshine Coast and I beg to differ with that title. The thunder-and-lightning-and-storm-clouds-in-abundance Coast would be a more accurate title. That being said, I have yet to visit a more charming place than Noosa, Queensland. Continue Reading…
Yet another place I didn’t have enough time to explore. This is becoming a bit of a theme on this road trip, isn’t it? Continue Reading…
The Gold Coast has a bit of a reputation. Think kitschy theme parks, art deco skyscrapers and drunken teenagers on schoolies. All I could think when I was there is how hard the Gold Coast seemed to try to emulate Florida. I imagine the GC going to bed every night hoping it will wake up and be transformed into Miami. Continue Reading…
Byron Bay has to be one of the strangest places I’ve ever been to and I can’t seem to make my mind up about it.
Before I went, I researched things to do on countless travel blogs, all of them describing Byron Bay as ‘paradise on Earth’ insisting I’d need a year there rather than a short three days. Basically, I had high expectations and I left a little disappointed. Continue Reading…
My time in Port Macquarie was brief to say the least, although it ended up being one of my favourite small, coastal towns from my trip so far. Continue Reading…
Due to the fact that I had an extra two days in Wollongong and was expecting to want to leave Sydney the second I stepped foot in it (but ended up loving it and spent an extra two days there), I was falling increasingly behind on my itinerary. With only three weeks left to drive 1,500 miles, I needed to sacrifice a couple of places on my to-do list. Continue Reading…
I had extremely low expectations for Sydney due to the fact that the majority of my Aussie friends are from Melbourne. “Sydney’s the worst!” they’d say whenever I told someone I’d be going there. In fact, they made Sydney sound so bad I considered skipping it on my road trip to Cairns, sticking exclusively to smaller beach towns like Jervis Bay and Port Macquarie. Continue Reading…
I’m currently sat in a very instagrammable café in Wollongong, NSW, the seventh stop on what I’m now referring to as my ‘Eat Pray Love road trip’ up the East Coast of Australia. Why the Liz Gilbert reference? Because I’m having a me holiday to heal myself after my recent breakdown, alright? You don’t want me to get into it, trust me, but if you know me in real life you know I haven’t exactly been shy about all my problems as of late and I really need a time to start enjoying life and travelling again. That’s what this trip is.
So far I’ve been to Melbourne, the Mornington Peninsula, Phillip Island, Wilsons Promontory, Jervis Bay and Morton National Park. My plan was to only stay in Wollongong for two days but here I am, on my fourth day in Wollongong and I don’t want to leave. Continue Reading…
Whenever I tell this story, I find myself laughing, usually to horrified expressions. “That isn’t funny! That’s terrifying!” they object. I’m not sure why I laugh. I know it’s not actually a funny story. Maybe it’s the absurdity that makes me laugh, or maybe it’s my twisted sense of humour and the fact that I cannot break out into giggles whenever something goes horribly wrong. It’s easier to laugh than to cry, right? Continue Reading…
You must know by now that I have an affinity for breaking rules. In general, I’m a good girl. I don’t do drugs, I rarely drink, I feel like I have a pretty good moral compass when it comes to supporting companies and practices that don’t oblige with my ethical code. And yet when I see a ‘danger, do not cross beyond this point’ sign… Continue Reading…