Aug
27
2010
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
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

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
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
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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Jul
16
2010
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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!)
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
Thank you to everyone who took the time to share with us their favourite journeys ~
And Robin for leaving us with such a joyful journey
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Jul
13
2010
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
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
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
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
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
More on Friday when I announce the winner!
Winner will be the ‘Favourite Journey’ voted with the most ‘Likes’ on our Facebook Page ~
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