So 2017 is coming to a close and I must admit, it’s been pretty good. I mean an orange man in a white house has been ****ing shit up beyond what any of us had originally perceived but I’m talking about the little things… which happened to me.
For one I scored my Diploma in Travel and Tourism (YAY!) and I got a new nephew who has an awesome smile, just like his sister, brother and boy cousins… and add to all of that, I determined what my niche is. Now this is the type of good news that had me spreading my arms apart atop a small sand dune… about two years in advance. Continue reading “How I Found My Niche”
I wrote this post up earlier this year, 2017, and it’s one very close to my heart. I’m all about humility (very serious about that) and I do love helping younger travellers out but I feel that this is the advice that they, and their loved ones, need to have a look at if there’s any reservations on their part.
Hope you enjoy.
Writing this post up has been on my mind for a while and, what with my workload for school looking a little intimidating, I figured I’d get it done now. Quick forewarning, I will be getting a little emotional. Continue reading “Let Them Go”
So here’s another barding of creative non fiction. I was recently part of a night writing class taught by a friend of mine who wanted to put together an anthology of proses and poetry, and each class was given a theme. Ours happened to be fire, and this is what I came up with… which happens to be about one moment that I’m not particularly proud of.
I wasn’t overly enthused by my time on Koh Phangan in Thailand – it’s a party island and I am certainly not a party person – but I was fortunate enough to attend a talk by another travel blogger, Tim Richards, who basically told me and my old Literature teacher that there’s a story in just about anything and everything. He definitely had a point. Continue reading “The Line Of Fire”
Yes, the featured image is of a Qantas plane… but this post isn’t about the flying kangaroo.
So a friend of mine is moving to England to start a teaching job. Naturally I’m happy for her and a little bit… nah, make that a lot of envious because I love London and those English have access to peanut butter Oreos! It’s really something else… but this isn’t about London either. Continue reading “There’s Only So Much A Travelator Can Do”
That’s right, the header image is of three purple shells. And there’s no filter involved. You’ll find that on the Instagram.
Let’s go local, shall we? And when I mean local I’m talking about Eden, this little town on the Sapphire Coast in New South Wales, which I am currently quite taken with. Continue reading “Five Hours For Eden”
Here we are with another archive post from the Blogspot incarnation of The Sheep Was Here. My Thailand page was looking rather neglected so I thought it best to start filling it up. I’ve made a few changes happen but it’ll mostly be the same.
Koh Phi-Phi, Thailand
Koh Phi-Phi on pieces of paper, pronounced as ‘pee-pee’, had been on my list since my last stint in Western Australia; a Dane I’d met had shared photos of her time diving here and my interest was therefore set in stone. Whilst scuba diving isn’t my thing, snorkelling is so that was another reason for making a trip happen in 2014. Fortunately for me I had seven friendlies to share in the experience with. Continue reading “Yes I Did Think Tilda Swinton Was Watching Me”
I’ve just flown my longest (and belated) haul to date, which included going over some beautiful Omani mountains so that was a plus, and I’m very much wrecked. Yes it was a Qantas flight, and they have some nice cordial on offer, but I’m sorely in need of a flat bed to sleep on. However, everything is okay because I am in London. Finally! Continue reading “Other Sides Do It For Me”
All I have to say is, I’m a terrible person.
This year has been all about the tourism… the ‘learnding’ (that is deliberate, there were several annoying hashtags back in February according to my sister) of tourism which I’m happy to say I completed at the start of this December.
Was it hard, yes and for a lot of it (they had me doing MATHS!), but oh so rewarding… but unfortunately I didn’t get to blog as much as I liked. I’ll just go do a walk of shame through the capital eh? All septa volunteers must bring their own bell. Continue reading “The Learnding Year”