July 2009

Thanks. But.

July 23, 2009

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!!!!!!!

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Flight of the Cockheads

July 21, 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 […]

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The Antarctic: Travel Photography Scholarship

July 18, 2009

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? […]

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A Knights Trail: Two Years On

July 15, 2009

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 […]

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Local Knowledge

July 11, 2009

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 […]

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The Market Leader

July 7, 2009

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. […]

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