It’s not the destination, it’s the glory of the ride

Beginning my mini euro jaunt in Germany I stayed with a friend and her family in a place called Goldbach, for a couple of days. I met Karina in San Fransisco in 2005, way back when my burgeoning travelling career first started and the backpacking bug caught me hard. Fourteen years later and we’re still … More It’s not the destination, it’s the glory of the ride

The grim

Wow, so it’s been a while, hasn’t it. I’ve not penned anything for so long (and I can’t promise that this is the start of something more regular), but I felt now was the right time to try and alleviate some of the frustrations I’ve been experiencing. Over the last year my creative drive has … More The grim

An Ode to my Mum

  To a woman who never flinches when I cast a doubtful stare, To a woman who always listens, in dark times she’s always there; To a woman who tries her best, to raise me well and true, Yes mum, you guessed it right, I’m talking about you. To a woman who could’ve throttled me, … More An Ode to my Mum

Love Was Only He

And the pain inside stabs and stings at you every day. Not because of lies and deceit, but because of distance and circumstance. You know in time that the pain will heal; in these moments though, the hurting is too much for you to bear. You want to part the seas and run across lands … More Love Was Only He

Days 64 and 65 – Returning Home and Leaving Love…

On a plane, always leaving…always leaving you… When I began writing this, the final blog in the last chapter of my most recent adventure, I struggled to be able to put my feelings into words. When it came to writing about the last couple of days in South East Asia and essentially the end of … More Days 64 and 65 – Returning Home and Leaving Love…

Day 57 in South East Asia – Poetry is What Happens When Nothing Else Can

Ubud, Bali, Indonesia; “Poetry is what happens when nothing else can” Charles Bukowski I woke up early morning for yoga to ease my mind, my body needed bending, my thoughts pushed far behind. I took a forceful stretch or two and let my breath flow heavy, I caught a glimpse of my form, my posture … More Day 57 in South East Asia – Poetry is What Happens When Nothing Else Can

Day Eleven in South East Asia – Long Walks, Imperial Cities, and Desperados

Hué, Vietnam: After my challenging scooter ride yesterday, my arse was feeling a little numb so my thoughts turned to exercise, and what better way to exercise in South East Asia than walking the length and breadth of a city in the middle of the day? The sweat would pour and the legs would get … More Day Eleven in South East Asia – Long Walks, Imperial Cities, and Desperados

Broome Cemetery

When I first arrived in Broome in March 2017, I was ignorantly unaware of the importance this little town played in the growth and development of modern Australia. Unique in its setting, miles from nowhere – miles from anywhere – it could be mistaken for just another coastal town in WA. But Broome is far … More Broome Cemetery