Aug 27 2010

Crazy, Stupid and Scary Travel Tales ~ Part 2

Last month we asked our Facebook page friends:

What was your ‘Favourite Journey‘?

We had 20 fabulous responses,

which I put together in a couple of blog posts for all to enjoy :D

This month Genevieve suggested we recount tales about:

crazy, stupid or scary things

we’ve experienced or done whilst travelling ~

Here is what *you* said ;)

Helen Crozier
Staying in a wonderful palace in Florence…. I met and sort of fell for an English ‘boy’. After seeing the wonderful operatic performance of Aida in the Verona amphitheatre he asked me to join him and his sister to travel to Venice. I had experienced only one day in Venice but of course wanted to go back so i said yes. Once in Venice after being serenaded with buskers in St Marcos Square playing the theme to Blade Runner he asked me to accompany him to Hungary which was still under communist rule.
We went to Vienna to find a visa then caught the train to some small town in Hungary. Unfortunately I had to return to Italy to catch a connecting flight & the holiday ‘romance’ was cut short. We embraced at the train station and promised to reunite… but I was left on my own at the train station . A huge gun in my face was enough to force my tired brain to spit out enough German to persuade them that I was harmless & began the long journey to Rome.
Genevieve Frew
In New York, in 1998, I got separated from my partner and his children whilst buying Lion King tickets. Walking downtown with my baby daughter (in a stroller) and 14 year old stepson, we saw three young men standing about a metre from us, arguing in a quiet manner. We stopped to cross the road when, all of a sudden a police car screamed into the intersection (Starsky and Hutch style) and armed police jumped out yelling the obligatory “Freeze; Police”. They pointed their guns at the young men but we were so close to them that the guns were aimed right at us. Whilst still waiting for the lights to favour us, about ten more police cars arrived on the scene with more men, all pointing guns at us – I counted about 20. Of course, time slowed down, but when the lights changed, my legs were rooted to the spot. I looked at my baby and stepson, then at the guns, and then at the children again.
As we gingerly left the scene, I knew I had a scary story to recount for the rest of my days.

May King Tsang
I flew to Denver for work and a friend whom we’ll call ‘Dave’ kindly held a party in my honour. So after a 10hr flight with no sleep, I arrived, was having a great time, when he took us downtown. As we got there, the group split into two but I was with Dave’s friends. We popped into a bar thinking we’d join Dave later, I got talking to a girl and when I looked back, Dave’s friends had gone.
I told my story to a guy selling roses outside and he very kindly offered to help me find Dave. But after a while we gave up and Rose Guy (RG) offered his couch for the night. With no ID on me I had no choice. The next day he drove me to an internet café, I found Dave’s no. via a UK friend; he picked me up and we treated RG to lunch to thank him.
I have a memento as Dave bought me an Avalanches ice hockey jersey to say sorry. It’s one of those ‘what might’ve happened’ stories, but RG was definitely my angel as he took me under his wing to ensure my safety :o
Genevieve Frew
New Years Eve 1986. I convinced my then fiancé to go to Scotland for Hogmanay despite not having booked any accommodation. We drove to Inverness, thinking we could find something there but, of course, everything was booked out and the only hotel available was the deluxe one which we couldn’t afford. We drove around and around searching for a room and went as far as Aviemore, a ski resort town. We found nothing. We ended up sleeping in the rental car by the side of the A9. We had to turn the car on every half an hour to get the heater going as the temperature was well below freezing. I went to pee in the frozen grass in the middle of the night and was so cold and sleepy that I dropped the car keys, which we had to rummage around for in the wet, cold and stiff grass. It was certainly a night to remember.
Claire Lane
Bought a combined ticket from KoPhangan, Thailand – Singapore via ferry, taxi and buses through Thailand & Malaysia. Survived overnight ferry trip, got dropped off at bus station by taxi. No sooner does it leave but we discover it’s the wrong bus station – a local one, in small Thai town, no-one speaks English, no buses going anywhere near SIN. Man comes up saying he’ll help – calls the head office number shown on our ticket. Tells us he’s sorted it, to get in a ‘taxi’ with a man. V scared but no other choice…Driven to rural Malay/Thai border, told to get out & wait. Hours later, 2 motorcyclists come and tell us to get on, me on one, my boyfriend on the other. V scared but again, no choice, we are in the middle of nowhere. Ride over border, get dropped at another bus station. Gesture us to get on a bus. By this time, no idea where we are or if we’re safe, but we hop on.Some hours later, we arrive in SIN-earlier than we were scheduled to!
Frances Jones
I’ve got a local story. When I was at Sydney Uni, I had a friend Dominic Natale. One afternoon, we saw big thunderclouds, it was wild weather. What did we do? We went to Circular Quay and hopped on a ferry to Manly. Big waves, standing up we nearly got thrown overboard but it was so much fun. We caught the last ferry back, the rest were cancelled because the waves were so rough. We were drenched. Dom passed away not long after that, but I have really *fun* memories of him.
Debbie Ellis
Arriving late at night in Varanasi totally exhausted & disorientated from our travels, we were accosted by a drug crazed hotel touter who followed us screaming abuse. It was frightening, but we finally managed to lose him in the maze of dark alleyways.The next morning we rose before dawn to take a rowboat ride on the Ganges to watch the sunrise & view the Ghats.Passing the burning (funeral) Ghats we saw two dogs fighting over the remains of a dead baby, a shocking stomach churning sight. Babies are not cremated they are wrapped & thrown into the river. To top it off on the way back to our hotel I was nearly gorged by a bullock running out of control through the narrow streets!
My scariest travel story? Being chased by a rhino! Holidaying in Nepal, my husband and I plus a German backpacker joined a local tour guide for an early morning walk through Royal Chitwan National Park. “Rhinos won’t attack, but if one should, just stand very still,” were our instructions. Suddenly, the guide bolted through the forest. What should we do? We heard & saw something coming towards us. Stand still? No way, we followed the guide, as fast as we could. After about a minute, the guide had stopped, the rhino had too. It was a mother with a newborn, very protective. Different rules. Right. Later, we heard that people actually get killed by rhinos in that national park every year!
Sally Foley-Lewis
When living in Germany, I was asked to chaperon a young person on a trip to Prague. I agreed thinking, this’ll be cool, I get to go to Prague for 3 days! What I DIDN’T consider was the bus load of party animals that also were heading to Prague! I didn’t mind the drinking or the all-night singing, yelling (and possibly swearing – my German wasn’t that good at that stage)! What got me was the behaviour of 2 young guys at the Czech. boarder control; hungover (or probably still drunk) they decided to be a bit smart with the officials. Solution: threaten a full body cavity search! The bus was remarkably more quiet and sober from the boarder all the way into the gorgeous city of Prague!
Suellen Hughes
Back in 1990/91 my husband was working abroad in Trieste, Italy and I was on a spouse visit. While he was at work, I decided to go exploring, what was then Yugoslavia. I had a lovely day but when it came time to head back, I got completely lost. I had a map which I was having trouble reading but no phone, no Yugoslav currency & it was now getting dark. I started to panic when I saw military tanks and men with guns by the roadside. I found a small inn and pulled in hoping to use the phone. When I opened the door, it was like the movie “An American Werewolf in London” – they all just stopped talking and stared at me. I indicated that I wanted to use the phone but then couldn’t work out how to call Italy. I jumped back in the car and started driving in what I hoped was the right direction & luckily for me it was. I finally made it home, late but safe. Not the best idea to head off into a country in the middle of a civil war so unprepared. Character building though and I learned to be better prepared when traveling alone!

Still from movie "An American Werewolf in London" (1981)

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Aug 24 2010

Crazy, Stupid and Scary Travel Tales

Last month we asked our Facebook page friends
What was your ‘Favourite Journey‘?
We had 20 fabulous responses,
which I put together in a couple of blog posts for all to enjoy :)
This month Genevieve suggested we recount tales about:
crazy, stupid or scary things
we’ve experienced or done whilst travelling ~
Here is what *you* said :D

One of my scariest was the time we took my UK sister-in-law up to the Whitsundays. She wanted to do something ‘memorable’… like a parachute jump! Only catch was she wanted company, so muggins here was volunteered to go up with her. Being a first for us both we booked a tandem jump with professional skydivers which was fine, except the guy I was jumping with had had a very heavy Sat night and for the early Sunday morning jump needed a mobile wake-up call when he failed to show. Being strapped to someone who could hardly open his eyes and reeked of alcohol was concerning to say the least. As we leapt from the tiny plane way up in the clouds I wondered as we free fell should I have noted where the ripcord was in the training session just in case. Of course, it worked out fine, the guy had done it so many times he could do it in his sleep (which I swear he did!) The float down was incredible but I was happy to have both feet firmly back on solid ground :)

Melissa Seriously
The craziest thing that ever happened to me? It was Gay pride Week in New York City and the only bathroom I could find was a men’s room accessible only by coin via a cafe barista. It was run down and dirty, but I had to go pretty bad, and I talked the barista into giving me the coin for the door. When I came out, the hallway was lined with drag queens waiting their turn to use the only bathroom in a several block radius. There was something ironic about being the only actual woman using a men’s room.

Kirsty Wilson
My scariest moment whilst travelling was to be the sole witness to a horrible accident in Kent, England involving a motorbike and vehicle. The motor-bike was travelling around 80km/hr when an elderly driver pulled out from her drive way into the path of the motorbike. He hit full force into the side of the car. My first instinct (at the young age of 21) was to run the other way but knew I had to assist & get an ambulance quick smart. The motorcyclist was OK but his entire hip socket had popped out & other leg injuries. I was a mess after returning to my friend’s home. A memorable travel moment! :/

Post Script to Kirsty’s story:  His parents wrote me the most lovely letter after getting my details from the police (wouldn’t happen these days with privacy laws). To thank me for all I did & so sorry it may have spoiled this young Aussie backpackers big travel adventure. He was in rehab for sometime but I was lead to believe he was going to be OK.

Ryan Fuller

My story is both crazy and stupid. My wife and I were sitting in a park in Buenos Aires when the 3 most incompetent thieves I’ve ever encountered attempted to steal her purse. The story is too long to tell in a quick paragraph so here is a diagram!

Editor’s Note: It looks like such a futile attempt it would be nice to think they were indeed actors paid by the local Tourist Authority inducting you, by example, as to the perils of being momentarily distracted and so inadvertently leaving a bag unattended ;) For those wanting to read the full story, click the diagram!

Linda Fairbairn
My tale is crazy, scary and in hindsight stupid…
When travelling in Yogyakarta,  Java we had spent the day watching beautiful batik fabrics being made ~ Having walked ‘miles’ on our tourist wanderings we were on foot heading back to our hostel when the road took a major detour way off away around a huge bend in a deep raging river. Exhausted, we decided to take the short-cut over the railway bridge. This was a single track bridge, with no sides and the sleepers were spaced with gaping voids down to the fast flowing river below. With waverings of vertigo and a pounding heart I gingerly tightrope stepped sleeper to sleeper between the lines across to the other-side. As we finally stepped off there was a thundering noise behind us and a train roared onto the bridge and gusted past us… Where would we have gone a few moments sooner?
Our first European adventure with 3 teenagers then aged 14, 13 & 12 and my first time visiting Paris – From Waterloo to Gare du Nord on the Eurostar – 5 of us with 5 suitcases, 5 backpacks – arrived at Gare du Nord needing 2 taxis – Ian who speaks fluent french took the first taxi with his 2 children which left Brodie and I to take the 2nd – all our passports and money in the 1st taxi with the fluent speaking Ian – all I could say was follow that Taxi and hope and pray we didnt get lost!!!! (in my best country aussie girl accent)

"Follow that cab"

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Aug 13 2010

Brisbane and Boab Trees

I love travelling on my home turf.

I live on an island out in the bay off Brisbane, which is only an hour from the centre but each time I go into the city I enjoy viewing it as though through the eyes of a visitor!

I took the vehicle ferry this time as opposed to the passenger water taxi, which I saw zip past us out of the port hole ;)

Port Hole

Rather than drive, I took the train from Cleveland. For those not familiar with Brisbane public transport its well worth buying a ‘Go Card‘ for hopping on and off trains and buses ~ They work out a lot cheaper than buying individual fares and also quicker and more convenient. This link also gives you a Journey Planner.

Cleveland to the City train

Brisbane has a subtropical climate so its lovely to see palm trees in between the skyscrapers

Brisbane City

But a slightly more surprising sight was these Boab trees in the middle of Brisbane!

Boab Trees in Brisbane

The boab occurs natively up in the Kimberleys and the Top End of Australia, where they are sometimes called ‘Bottle trees’ due to their bulbous trunks which can reach a girth of 20 metres!  One such boab near Derby, WA is  so huge the inside of the trunk was used as a prison back in the 1890′s.

Boabs also grow in Madagascar and Africa ~ There has therefore been debate whether their genus is connected from the days of Gondwanaland when Australia was connected to these land masses or whether, the more likely speculation that the large boab seed pods sailed their way across the Indian Ocean, where they were washed up on the north-west shores.

Boab Tree in Brisbane

Boabs are deciduous so loose their leaves in the winter months ~ They flower in the spring and then produce large seed pods or nuts, which are a nutritious food source used by the Aboriginal people and are sometimes carved with beautiful decoration.

Brisbane and Boab trees

I had arranged to have lunch at the Brisbane Tea Shop

The Brisbane Tea Shop

Where I met up with May King Tsang (of MayKingTea) who introduced me to Dung Ti Oolong tea, which was delicious ~ She had a Gyokuro tea :)

Linda and May in the Brisbane Tea Shop

I had a divine lemon tart, while May had a cheescake with Anti-stress sauce (!!)….

but unfortunately they got devoured before I could photograph them ;)

Have you seen a Boab tree?


Jul 27 2010

New Eyes

Spotted this poster on the Community Board down at the ferry terminal :)

Free Positive Thoughts

“The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes”

Marcel Proust

Having recently written a blog post about travelling on home turf its a quote that I love! :D


Jul 16 2010

Favourite Journeys ~ Part 2

Just over a week ago I posted on our Facebook page the following:

“What was your favourite journey?”

We had such a fabulously diverse range of what makes a journey a ’favourite’ I just have to share them all with you here!

So… in the order posted…

…I put the first half up on this blog on Tuesday 13th July, here is the second half! :)

Not my trip but I think we all need to hear the story…

My neighbours are just back from what was to be 6wk random drive through Europe But they landed in Paris, & the stressed out stock broker husband relaxed & refused to move anywhere else. So 6weeks later they’re extremely chillled. Quote from them …” we discovered the person we married all over again…” & Ooh La la they simply cannot stop smiling or blushing!Don’t we all deserve a trip like this!

Paris ~ The City of Love

Photo: skgz

Oh… this is a fantastic idea! My amazing journey (whilst I have been overseas) would have to have been to Fraser Island. There are no roads, definitely must have a 4wd. The beauty of it, is it’s simplicity of life. There was very little if any internet or mobile reception, you can catch fish straight off the beach, and hang out with Dingos. It would have to be the most beautiful & peaceful place I have been!

Fraser Island

Photo: Imaxandco

Genevieve Frew
Was to the island of Santorini. As a solo backpacker I forged friendships that have survived 24 years. With these people, I sunbaked topless on the coarse black sand of Perissa beach; I sipped ouzo and lemonade in open air restaurants because I didn’t like beer; I ate thick banana yogurt whilst waiting for the bank to open in the afternoon;I rode pillion on the back of a moped to the ruins of Fira; and I swam in the gentle swell of the Aegean and told myself that this would be a journey I would always cherish.

Santorini

Emily Nicola Lynda Armitage
My travels round Australia with fellow Scouts from the UK. We went to the Australian Jamboree and I met a group of friends I will never forget. The Aussies we met were great and so welcoming. We fell in love with many things, like Creamy Soda, VB, Tooheys, Tim Tams, Smiths Chicken flavour CRISPS (not Chips ;) )

Most of all I fell in love with the people I met, the gorgeous land and the city of Sydney. So much so, I’ll be back this year staying with the friends I made on my last trip and making more along the way.

Scout Jamboree

Manny Samaniego
In short, I traveled from NYC to Hong Kong near the end of 2002 simply to maintain frequent flyer status for 2003. After checking-in at my hotel (I needed to list one on my customs form, right?), I introduced myself to a group of English-speaking Asians in the lobby bar. I shared with them I was only in town for 14 hours… and had 11 remaining. After spending more time explaining why I would travel such a long way, they invited me to join them for a spontaneous, whirlwind tour of districts foreign to me.
I received VIP treatment with off-the-beaten path samplings of local food, culture, and entertainment. As the sun started to rise, my new friends needed sleep and I needed to catch my flight.
While we exchanged business cards and assurances we would stay in touch, we never did. But, I’ll always cherish the memories from that very brief visit where the locals embraced me as one of their own.

Hong Kong

Photo: Wenzday01

Charley Jones
So hard to choose but a 4 day horse ride into the mcleay gorge near armidale, inaccessible by vehicle it was a very steep ride down to the river. Supplies carried by pack horse, simple food, damper and steaks and lamingtons, sleeping in a swag under the stars with blue heelers for company. Washed in the river and saw lyre birds, frogs, brumbies and eagles.
The icing on the cake was when our guide having driven us all the way back to our b&b in Armidale and on discovery of my wallet at his home turned around again to bring it back to me. 4 hours of driving: classic Aussie hospitality :)

Horse Trekking, Macleay River NSW

Photo: Julie Miller

Aswan. Late in the afternoon on April 3th, 1987. Old Cataract Hotel on the back. Sitting on a big red rock. Fresh wind. Sun going down. The feeling of a rock radiating it’s warmth. Felluca’s sailing by. Noises. Sitting in the black and fertile world.
Looking at the other side of the river Nile, the red world of the death. Thinking about Lord Carnavon and Howard Carter. Puzzling on what’s the same and different in ancient and modern day Egypt. Wondering on Tutankaten and Tutankamun, 2 radical and different religious names for the same physical man. Felluca’s sailing by. Riverbed with water floating. The same riverbed. For ancient egyptians. For present day egyptians.
Suddenly, everything was quiet and one. The world with all it’s sounds and motions came to a standstill. For a few seconds I felt “…”, One with the universe and humanity. For a few seconds – that seemed to last forever – everything was perfect.
THAT!

Aswan

Photo: JeanD99

Melissa Stanford
At the top of Mount Tarrengower, Maldon, Victoria – no one but me and him and the ghosts of ancient deities. Can see the universe from there, hear the songs that sang that land into being. It’s from a view like that, that you know there’s a God.

Mount Tarrengower

Photo: mickramsey

My Fav Journey was our honeymoon 5 years ago – after an official wedding ceremony here in Aus which was beautiful we took off for the south coast of England to a little village called Martinstown outside of Dorchester in Devon – the whole village had been roped into the unofficial UK wedding held in a guide tent in the backyard of Ians parents next door neighbours – the theme was quite definitely Australian, lamb on spit, gum leaves and many of the villagers and Ians family and friends made this a fantastic day – we then had 5 weeks touring culminating in a visit to the new Arsenal Stadium (only open 3 weeks) to see Arsenal play Sheffield United and they won – a lifelong dream of Ians :)

Arsenal Stadium

Photo: Kieran Lynam

The Overland Track in Tasmania – beautiful varied scenery, world heritage wilderness, excellent walking conditions, inspiring vistas, you meet great people, It can be challenging, beautiful, snowing, sunny, raining and delightful, all in 60 minutes! Highly recommend it for a great adventure trip.(biased of course, we wrote a book about it!)

Overland Track, Tasmania

Photo: frank_in_oz

And the ‘favourite journey’ that received the most votes was…

MY JOYFUL JOURNEY by Robin Dickinson

I’ve just come from a journey to Fiji where the national pastime must be smiling. Fijians are one happy bunch of people – the young, the old,
the workers, the students – everybody. Everywhere we went we experienced smiling souls. They smile the real smile – you know – the one with the eyes that look deeply and appreciatively into your heart.
Their joy is so contagious. What a lesson!

Their villages are simple compared to our ‘sophisticated’ cities. People live on less and seem not to stockpile useless possessions. They project a real interest in joyful living and sharing what they have. They dance with you, sing to you, wave to you and smile at you. It’s the happiest journeys I’ve ever made.

Joy-full Fijians

Photo: Cak-Cak
Thank you to everyone who took the time to share with us their favourite journeys ~

Fiji

Photo: Montanafish

And Robin for leaving us with such a joyful journey :D


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Jul 13 2010

Favourite Journeys ~ Part 1

Just over a week ago I posted on our Facebook page the following:

“What was your favourite journey?”

We had such a fabulously diverse range of what makes a journey a ‘favourite’ I just have to share them all with you here!

So… in the order posted…

…half today, and the other half on Friday :)

Yvonne Adele

My first trip to New York, where I came back with a life-long souvenir – a NY yankees tattoo! The day after I got it, I sat at Yankee Stadium – forward in my seat because it was hurting my back – with my giant pretzel and giant foam hand. The regular baseball fans I was sitting next to thought I was mad. On the same trip, I went roller skating at The Roxy.

Yankee Stadium

Photo: LawrenceFung

My first trip to the Pilbara, walking through Karajini’s rugged red gorges, where the lower sections are worn smooth from water pounding down during the Wet; swimming in icey pools at the base of these chasms where the sun’s rays can only fleetingly touch each day. Then onto the Great Sandy Desert… sleeping out under the stars listening to the wind whistle through the spinifex grass ~ Magic :)

Karajini ~ Pilbara

…finding myself in an establishment that offered more than ‘massages’ in Midtown New York (eeeek! :(   hehe!)

Massage? ;)

Photo: schatz

Spending a week on the sleepy little island of Procida, in the Bay of Naples, Italy. I was captivated by the rustic charm of the island; the fishing village with its faded pastel coloured houses clinging precariously to the cliffs, the rocky jagged coastline & the scent of lemons from the citrus groves. Exploring the labyrinth of narrow winding walled streets and colourful local piazzas, authentic & unpretenious, and a welcome respite from the chaos of Naples !

Procida

The climb up Mt Sinai at 3.00am to witness an inspirational sunrise. Together with a small group of backpackers who spent the night at St Catherine’s Monastery, we all set out without a guide and by torch light. We negotiated our way along what we ‘hoped’ were tracks until we could see more torch lights near the base. These torch lights were the local Bedouins selling trinkets. We made it to the summit in time to witness the most spectacular sunrise over the pink, smooth, bubble-like mountains of Sinai. It was one of the most moving and memorable moments I’ve experienced.

Mt Sinai Sunrise

Photo: bluelizardworld

Travelling from Adelaide via the Flinders Ranges and along the Oodnadatta Track to Australia’s red centre to see Uluru for the first time.
We left Adelaide on 12th September 2001, still in shock about the terrible attacks which happened in the US the night before. Once we reached Marree, the tiny town at the start of the Oodnadatta Track, we felt we reached a different world. The vast and lonely desert around this little town was stunning, the craziness of the world outside dwindled. Since the horror of 9/11 a few days ago, we felt completely at ease.
Later on that trip, the magic of Uluru was captivating and spirtual, however, Marree will always be a special place for us.

Oodnadatta Track

Photo: splaTT

Susan Stubbs
My fav journey was from Brisbane to Phillip Island for the MotoGP in 2006 my first big ride on my own Motorcycle. 16 days away touring NSW and VIC, Jap Peace Gardens Cowra, Cricketers Walk Cootamundra, Great Ocean Road, Salt Lakes (Lake Corangamite) Phillip Isle Trackside, Hawkesbury River, and Nabiac Motorcycle Museum on the way home approx 5,500kms. A great expereince to see this vast land of ours

Trackside Philip Island

Photo: teliko82
Debbie Yeomans
It hasn’t happened yet but it will this Saturday when I drive to the airport to collect 3 of my boys. They have been visiting their father interstate and I have missed them so much. It will be a short trip but a very happy one :)

Reuniting

Photo: Jasmic

I’ve just come from a journey to Fiji where the national pastime must be smiling. Fijians are one happy bunch of people – the young, the old, the workers, the students – everybody. Everywhere we went we experienced smiling souls. They smile the real smile – you know – the one with the eyes that look deeply and appreciatively into your heart.
Their joy is so contagious. What a lesson!

Their villages are simple compared to our ‘sophisticated’ cities. People live on less and seem not to stockpile useless possessions. They project a real interest in joyful living and sharing what they have. They dance with you, sing to you, wave to you and smile at you. It’s the happiest journeys I’ve ever made.

Joy-full Fijians

Photo: Cak-Cak

I just came back from the UK and Italy. They were both great and what stood out was how lovely the people were in both areas.

England

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May 28 2010

Tripbase & the Clean Water Project

In February of this year I was thrilled to receive a nomination from Kirsty Wilson of Travel Tips Plus to reveal 3 of my best kept travel secrets as part of a Blog Tag game initiated by Tripbase.

(To cut to the chase the images below are click linked! ;) My 3 Best Kept Travel Secrets feature in the blue covered ‘Travel Tips’ ebook :D )

Worldwide Secrets

The rules were simple ~ Once nominated the tagged blogger revealed 3 of their best kept travel secrets and then tagged a further five bloggers who in turn revealed their secrets (Once tagged you’re out!)

Beaches

It culminated in over 150 travel bloggers across the globe contributing over 500 inspirational travel secrets!

Foodie Travel

Foodie Travel

Each one of these phenomenal travel gems has now been compiled into a series of unique travel e-books.

United States

There are 7 in all giving away travel secrets as to the best beaches, great food, fabulous family travel tips, worldwide wonders and a couple concentrating on the specific countries of the United States & Italy ~

Travel Tips

My three travel secrets appear in the ‘Travel Tips’ blue covered e-book illustrated above (where I can be found directly after featured author Rolf Potts :)

Italy

The most exciting development however, has been Tripbase announcing that for every single e-book that is free to download, they will make a $1 donation to Charity: Water.

Family Travel

To download any of these free e-books simply click here

Then pass the link onto all your friends! As every download = $1 towards Charity:Water

:D


May 21 2010

The Downsides to Air Travel

The downsides to long haul air travel for me are all ‘D’s…

Dehydration, DVT and Deafness (as the pressure changes on descent) :(

Air travel

To overcome these, here are my tips -

Dehydration: I take a water bottle with me – Whilst there can be no liquid in it as you board (current security) the larger planes have water stations where you can help yourself and keep refilling your own container throughout the flight – Fill it up before you take off (or if you have no bottle ask the cabin crew for one) so you can start sipping without having to wait for the first round of refreshments which, what with take off and depending on where you’re sitting, could be a while – Then keep drinking – water that is (alcohol is best avoided) as  it really does make you feel a whole lot better when you get to your destination and so reduce jet lag :)

Prepare for takeoff

DVT: The in-flight magazines and often the in-flight entertainment show you exercises you can do to help avoid Deep Vein Thrombosis , which can occur from being couped up on a long haul flight ~ But on top of doing these, I always wear special flight socks (compression socks) that I put on two hours before takeoff; and wherever there’s a stop-over I make the most of the time to get some serious exercise! Having sat for anything up to 13 hours the last thing I want to do is sit in a transit lounge so, ensuring I have the boarding gate number firmly implanted in my memory I briskly set out for a timed 15 minutes away from the gate making the return trip a good half hour walk to get the blood flowing – If the queue for re-boarding is long I will continue to walk away and back, so when faced with another 8 hours of sitting I’m not quite so fidgity ;)

Airplane Travel

Deafness: Some pilots it seems are better at keeping the pressure stable in the cabin on descent than others! But if you, like me, are sensitive to the pressure that presses on your eardrums till you can’t even hear the roar of the engines you’ll know how incredibly uncomfortable it is – I have tried chewing lollies, yawning and blowing my nose (holding nose closed whilst blowing) all said to alleviate the discomfort,  but on this last trip I resorted to Otrivine, which is a decongestant that really does work a treat, and as absorption is quick I waited to see how the pilot was doing before applying :D

Engine power

But the fun of flying can’t be denied

Up, Over & Out of Australia ;)

An opportunity to see places from a different viewpoint

Above the clouds

Like the runway approach to the City of London…

Coming into London over Tower Bridge

Happy flying :D

Photos were all taken on my recent trip from Australia to Great Britain


May 15 2010

Travelling on Home Turf

Its funny how we clamber to travel and explore other parts of the globe, whilst travellers from other parts of the globe clamber to travel and experience our home turf! Places, that to us are merely where we go about our everyday business are to them a far off distant land worthy of exploring; areas that we think of as ‘boring back waters’ to them arouse wide-eyed interest and fascination.

So, what wonders are we missing by walking around with our eyes closed?

We obviously need to maintain the visitor’s vigilant eye of observation so details that fall on either side of our rushed daily paths don’t go unnoticed ~ I had to do some ‘travelling’ this week, having a business appointment in Brisbane on Monday, and then on Wednesday a meeting down the coast in Surfers Paradise ~

Ferry from the Moreton Bay Islands to Redland Bay

I took the ferry to the mainland, and a train into Central where I walked down Creek Street passing Koala House, which had a huge sculpture of a Koala atop it that to be honest, I’d never noticed before! ;)

Koala House, Brisbane

At the bottom is Eagle Street where, on one of the top floors of this skyscraper, I had my first appointment for the week.

Eagle Street, Brisbane

The view from the top was of course great, looking down onto the Brisbane River…

Eagle Street Pier, Brisbane

…across to Kangaroo Point

Brisbane River

…and the Story Bridge

Story Bridge

A few days later I cruised by car down the coast on a short trip to Surfers Paradise calling in at the Coast Map Shop (to replenish our map stocks) and then onto meet up with Kirsty Wilson who produces the TravelTipsPlus website.

We met at the Marina Mirage, one of the few places on the east coast you can watch the sunset over water!

Marina Mirage, Surfers Paradise

Many people travel to new places to experience change, so I find artist Andy Goldsworthy’s comment an interesting thought ~

“I believe that change is best understood by staying in one place.”

I love ‘travelling’ on my home ground ~ It only becomes mundane and dull when you stop looking!

;-)


Feb 8 2010

My 3 Best Kept Travel Secrets

I’ve been nominated by Kirsty Wilson of TravelTipsPlus to participate in Tripbase’s “3 Best Kept Secrets”

“Congratulations on being nominated in Tripbase’s Best Kept Travel Secrets Project! Two months on, and we’re amazed at the response we’ve had. Over 100 travel bloggers have participated so far, sharing their Best Kept Travel Secrets on far-flung destinations, hidden hotels, exotic foods and expert travel tips.” – Katie from Tripbase.com.

So here are what were (up until now!), my three best kept travel secrets :

1. Don’t take a generic tome type travel journal with you ~ They’re heavy, have no connection with the place you are travelling, and are often hard to ‘start’ due to a fear of messing up that first pristine page and so spoiling what is to follow!

Do buy small thin notebooks (I like the A6 size) made in the area you are travelling, or at the very least the country you are in! You’ll have the associated story of its purchase from a local news-stand owner, stationery vendor or artisan at a market; and it’ll ooze the culture with local language and design on its cover, and paper with its own unique feel.

Being small it will quickly fill, which is just what you want, as it’s now ready for popping in an envelope, with a beautiful local stamp (or two), and posting home to yourself.

Post your small notebooks home as they fill

Postmarked envelopes are like passport stamps in that they mark where you were and when; and when you finally return home each envelope will reveal a neatly parcelled chapter of your journey.


2. Don’t separate the telling of the tale from the experience ~ By leaving the recounting of your travelling tales to an evening homework exercise!

Homework :-(

Do incorporate your notebook/journal into daily activities like you do with taking photos –

Keep it handy – i.e. with your wallet and camera.

So when asking the concierge for directions, give them your small notebook to draw a mud map of how to find where you’re going, and note the name of your accommodation (partly so you can find your way back!)

Mudmaps are a great addition :)

When asking a local to take your photo, get them to also jot down the name of the location you’re in (You’ll be amazed how handwriting styles vary across the world)

And when getting your wallet out at a restaurant, get your notebook/journal out too and ask the waiter to write the name of where you have just dined.(different scripts all add to the flavour!)

With the outline of your day now recorded for you by other people, avoid filling in the gaps with wordy compositions of woolly fluff!

Keep it simple and quick (there’s travelling to be done!). You’re only after memory triggers that will later help you recall the whole story –

So… jot down the ‘where’ you are, or ‘what’ you are doing, and then checklist each of your five senses with a word or two that expresses how they are responding to the place/experience ~

For example: ‘rainforest’: epiphytes (what you see), whip-birds (what you can hear), composting leaf litter & humidity (what you can smell), soft-moss (touchy feely), rich leafy lushness (a taste that is in the air).

I find the last one, what you can ‘taste’, often the most revealing! Incredible how atmospheres taste so different and are such brilliant scene setters :)


3.Don’t throw away used tickets and receipts ~ It is the day-to-day by-products, which are integral to the journey that can provide your best recall associations and be your most treasured mementos.

Do save ephemera such as headed paperwork, ticket stubs, local food wrappings and coasters and keep in a ziplock bag to be posted home every week or so, as and when your small notebook journal is filled.

There is something about holding a handwritten notebook and mementos that you once held and used when away in far flung lands that seems to magically bridge the gap across time.

Something a blog, in its virtual reality, can never do ;)

Ticket stubs and Mementos

Mementos and ticket stubs

SUMMARY -

1. Buy a small local notebook/journal to post home every week or two.

2. Incorporate your journalling into your daily activities by getting people you encounter to write in the pertinent place names of where you’re eating, sleeping and visiting, while you simply fill in how your senses are responding to the experience.

3. Keep headed receipts, entry tickets and travel mementos in ziplocks to post home with each notebook as they fill.

Spending time with travel memories fulfills your journey :D


Ok, as part of Tripbase’s project, I now have to nominate five other bloggers to share their 3 best kept travel secrets. Here are my nominations: