#beachthursday – Shelly Beach
This week I am joining in with the #beachthursday fun. I love the beach! The sun, the friends, the water, the beer, the good times and great classic hits, all while working on a tan.
The One Floating Around On Biscayne Bay
Miami definitely gets enough of its fair share of sunshine. Having forgotten it is winter back in London, we jump on a boat and cruise around Biscayne Bay to see the homes of the rich & famous.
The Melbourne GPO is a lost building
Don’t get me wrong, I love Melbourne. It’s where I will live when I am done traveling, but one thing that annoys me about the city, is that it is young and some people want to keep it young.
Probably the best rest stop I have stopped at
We have been driving across Norway and we are heading south toward Oslo, a long way from where we are. We cross yet another raging glacial river and we all say “WOW!”
The One With The Overseas Highway and Pie
I have a soft spot for road trips. I simply love driving. I find it soothing even. So when I get to drive on a section of asphalt that I have dreamed of since I have had a licence, the feeling I get is a good one.
#FriFotos – Time: Where do we go next
This weeks #FriFotos theme is Time/Clocks. I love train stations! The stress of an airport doesn’t exist. We had our EuroStar to catch back to London, but I dreamed of heading somewhere else.
The Big Trip & the big announcement
I like to dream big. The Big Trip is an example, but this dream has just become real. My partner & I are moving back home to Australia before the year ends. The time has come for a new chapter.
Hostel living can give you so many memories
It’s January, 2010. I have been evicted from of my Shepherds Bush, London flat because the owner wants to move back in. I’m broke and can’t afford bond for a new place. There is only one option. A hostel.
This lighthouse looks very familiar
We have jumped in the HR Holden, headed for the Great Ocean Road. It is a scorching hot summer’s day and we cant wait to jump in the ocean. As soon as we get to our chosen beach, I recognise it.
Some things just cannot hide where they are from
Italy. It has some many things that can be identified as Italian. Probably more than any country I know. The food. The language. The passion. The people. The cars?
