All About That Bass…Or Should That Be, Base?

A week after leaving the delights of hostel life in Brisbane (oh the sarcasm), I’ve found myself looking back, contemplating and yearning for that crowded, smelly, noisy, badly air-conditioned, backpacker platform again (sorry, I can’t help it, it’s the lowest form of wit; sue me). In all seriousness though, I am missing the hostel life … More All About That Bass…Or Should That Be, Base?

Fraser Island

My last official weekend in Brisbane, before I embarked on a five week stint as an Au Pair, was spent on the magnificently beautiful Fraser Island. Located off the East Coast of Australia, with access from Rainbow Beach or Hervey Bay, an approximate three hour drive from Brisbane itself, Fraser Island is the largest sand … More Fraser Island

Losing My…Job…

Today I lost one of my jobs. The one that paid the most. The one I liked the most. The one that provided me with the most exercise, i.e., moving more than I generally do during the day. The one that kept me busy in the afternoon/evenings. The one with the most scope for extra … More Losing My…Job…

Since I Left You…

*Rubbish blog post alert. Hangs head in shame* Wow, so I’m entering my sixth week of being in Australia and I’m still in Brisbane, and I’m still working. Since I last updated my Blog, nothing much has happened to be honest. No wild adventures to speak of, no fleeting escapades and tales of debauchery; it’s … More Since I Left You…

What I Learned About Long Haul Flights And Why I’m So Over Flying.

Long-haul flights suck. Ok, that’s not strictly true, as over the last 24 hours I’ve enjoyed about five-six free meals and a hell of a lot of free wine but for the most part, they suck ass…big time. Anyone who’s ever flown for over seven hours without a stop off or connection will know where … More What I Learned About Long Haul Flights And Why I’m So Over Flying.

Airports and airplanes, contemplation and 11am red wines.

Stirring throughout the night, unable to sleep much, my mind racing in anticipation, I awoke at 4:30am on the day of departure. The previous weekend had been filled with goodbyes, alcohol fuelled reminiscence amongst friends and family, and a few heart felt tears. Saying goodbye to my dad was probably the hardest; he worries, as … More Airports and airplanes, contemplation and 11am red wines.