As all established travel bloggers will tell you, we receive a lot of awards. Awards for the whitest website. Awards for having the website with the cleanest language. Awards for the most amount of exclamation marks used to tell the world you won an award!!!!!!! Continue reading ‘Thanks. But.’
Monthly Archive for July, 2009
Have you ever pre-applied for a visa while on the road? If so, you’ll know they always say “don’t make travel plans until your visa is confirmed”. As always, when I was recently applying for New Zealand’s 23-month working holiday visa, I respectably scoffed at the small print. Six weeks to secure a working holiday visa for New Zealand, while based next door in Australia? No worries, mate. Continue reading ‘Flight of the Cockheads’
Would a whale pose a while? Should a seal steal the show? Perhaps a penguin pouts? Is it right, an albatross has an air of arrogance? These are all questions you can discover the answers to while shimmying around the Antarctic, escorted by a National Geographic photographer. Yes, Antarctica. You can go there. How? HowcanIgothere? Iwannagotherenow! Ohmigodohmigod. Antarctica. Tell me, TELL ME! Continue reading ‘The Antarctic: Travel Photography Scholarship’
And so it was written, that a noble knight would renounce his legacy and set off on a great journey. He would venture through foreign lands, flicking morsels of exotic food into his mouth and drink from foreign goblets. He would sway with the largest forests, duck under rocks and dive under cover. Steeds would take a dozen forms and lead him to a blushing damsel. Throughout the entire journey our knight would scribe a thousand scrolls, keeping us enthralled in wondrous waves. Our eyes would open wider than a swollen river, we’d gasp louder than a playful wind and feel more joy than the first tears of a drought. Continue reading ‘A Knights Trail: Two Years On’
I say wolf, you say creek. I say Wolfe Creek, you say movie. I say Wolfe Creek the movie, you say backpackers. I say Wolfe Creek the backpacker movie, you say gruesome. I say Wolfe Creek the gruesome backpacker movie, you say murders. I say Wolfe Creek the gruesome backpacker murder movie, you say don’t go there. I say I’m going to Wolfe Creek from the gruesome backpacker murder movie, you say you’re nuts! I say I’m nuts and I’m going to Wolfe Creek from the gruesome backpacker murder movie, you say cutout this ‘you say, I say crap’. I say you say I’m nuts and I say I’m going to Wolfe Creek from what you say is the gruesome backpacker murder movie, I say movie. You already said movie. Yeah I’m saying it again. Why? Because I’m nuts. Says who? You. You who? Gotta go, someone’s calling me. Who? I don’t hear anyone? Hmm, strange, just heard a yoo-hoo. That was me. So you say. Continue reading ‘Local Knowledge’
Imagine your school blackboard as a section of raw rock where you sit bare-chested in the spread of shade beneath an overhanging cliff. Your best friends granddad is babbling on about a supposed serpent – one that sleeps not far away. He mixes coloured ochre with trickles of water, and scolds you for not listening. He begins to paint; this captures your attention (you love to paint too). All over the rock face he paints bright kangaroos and snappy turtles, plus mysterious spirits and wondrous patterns. As he strokes the mottled rock with his fingers, he asks you all what you know of the land in which you live. Silence seeps throughout the cool shaft – contested by a warm smile, challenged by anticipation and defeated by the beginnings of the elders’ stories. That shelter your classroom; and that rock your country. Continue reading ‘The Market Leader’
