Fluorescent lights hummed on the edge of hearing. I watched out of the corner of my eye as a thin bead of drool ran slowly down a sleeping woman’s chin.
When I read ‘monastery stay’ on our Intrepid Japan itinerary I was a little sceptical about what I’d find. Truthfully I was picturing some 1980s brick building staffed by Canadian expats with names like ‘Floating Leaf’ or ‘Jarod’, and dotted with plastic Buddha statues and inspirational posters.
Ahhh, Vegas. The only city in the world where you’ll find the Eiffel Tower across the road from the Statue of Liberty, where you’ll see Captain America strolling down the Strip with Chewbacca and Optimus Prime and be offered discount passes to machine gun shooting ranges by middle-aged women wearing horribly offensive t-shirts.
The smallest and most densely populated of all Central American, El Salvador (literally ‘The Saviour’) has never piqued travel interest quite like its neighbours.
They say you have to earn the Antarctic. I don’t know who ‘they’ are, but I’m assuming that what ‘they’ mean is that you need to sail across one mighty body of open sea to reach the Antarctic Peninsula. And not just any open sea – this is the Drake Passage: the only unhindered flow of ocean on earth.
In June, I was lucky enough to travel through India with travel photographer and Instagram juggernaut Lauren Bath (@laurenepbath). It was a beyond-brilliant experience, a the perfect way to see a country renowned for providing photographers with limitless subjects to capture. For those who haven’t been to India yet, there are the expected clichés: contrasts, colour, curries, chaos and cows. But there’s also much to photograph beyond people chucking coloured powder at Holi Festival (although that’s a pretty awesome sight too).
Poland has always occupied a special place in Europe: centrally located, many a bloody battle has been raged on its soil. From an atlas, it’s a country with no defining features. When I first landed in Poland to begin a teaching assignment in 2005, I haphazardly drew a circle as the map of the country for a class. The class chuckled and commented on its remarkable accuracy.
For 30,000 years the Yamatji people called it Ningaloo, which means ‘deepwater’ or ‘high land jutting out into the sea’. Pretty appropriate for Australia’s biggest fringing reef. Ningaloo sits way out on the western edge of Western Australia, just near the coastal town of Exmouth (aka the Gateway to Ningaloo).
Everyone knows you don’t make friends with salad. But everyone also knows rules were made to be broken.