Do you know what burnt sugar smells like? If you’ve ever left a pot of sugar on the hob, and carelessly gone to do some other task, you’ll know that it smells like caramel, ash, and it clings to your clothes for days after. When my family and I arrived in Mauritius fifteen years ago, … Continue reading Burnt Sugar: A love letter
The last few months have seen me buy a van, quit my full-time job, and hop-skip-jump across a very frosty Europe. Like most who wave goodbye to security, I swing from absolute tummy-churning terror to an unbridled glee. It feels a little like floating a deep ocean; You're weightless and free one moment and kicking … Continue reading Travelling Notes: An Update
There’s a moment in every horror movie which the villain/ghoul/serial killer reveals their true self, usually by whipping out a bloody knife, or a sinister grin. The victim is left reeling in a ‘How could I not have realised’ panic and ends up super dead. If you’ve seen Rachel McAdams' confused attempt to break free … Continue reading How to escape a date who says “I wouldn’t consider myself a feminist”
Two types of worship happen in Taghazout, and both start by getting to your knees. Both answer a call at sunrise- the scratchy sound of a 90’s sound system blasting out the call to prayer, and the other, the crashing of a decent wave on the shore. I had arrived in Taghazout, Morocco to answer … Continue reading The Free People of Taghazout
“The chief element of happiness is this: to want to be what you are.” Erasmus I do some incredibly stupid things. In travel and my day to day life, I blunder around like a moving flesh-bag of insecurity, discontentment and laziness. This isn't to say "woe is me". Nor is it an elaborate way to … Continue reading I’m an idiot, and you are too.
We are living through one of the biggest refugee and displacement crisis of our time. I don't have a lot to give so I thought I would share my stories. These are the moments that shaped me. The Sudanese refugee camp I was eight when I trundled through a refugee camp on the outskirts of … Continue reading I am Australian. I say Welcome.
Although it’s been about three weeks since I stayed in the hotel in Vienna, it took me that long to get the spelling of the name right before I could write a review. The Rooms Look, I paid fifty euros for the night and that included a free breakfast, so I wasn’t expecting luxury and … Continue reading Hotel Am Brillantengrund, Vienna: A Review
I thought I would pop down my favourite things about Budapest with the hope that if you ever find yourself there, you will have a bit of inspiration on how to love the city as much as I do. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness I was once chatting with a friend from Maine, and … Continue reading Please don’t “do” Budapest
Once the public knows you're a writer, they bring the characters and events to you. And as long as you maintain your ability to look, and to carefully listen, these stories will continue. - The Grand Budapest Hotel I’m sitting in a warm cafe tucked into one of Budapest’s laneways. Sounds quaint, doesn’t it? I feel … Continue reading Budapest: Wherever You Go, There You Are
Whilst there are ski fields dotted all over New Zealand, you will find the majority of snow seekers gathering in the Otago region of the South Island. With four major ski fields: Treble Cone, Cardrona Alpine Resort, The Remarkables, and Coronet Peak, you have plenty of choices. The Remarkables and Coronet Peak are owned by … Continue reading Learning to Ski: Wanaka or Queenstown?
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