I spent a week in New York and I watch enough Law and Order and CSI to know what a dangerous city it can be. But in that week, the most unsafe I ever felt was outside Yankee Stadium. See I had tickets to the game. Tickets that…
I’m not a journalist because I love to write or because I believe so strongly in the power of the Fourth Estate and the public’s “right to know”. I just love knowing stuff. I love news. I love knowing what’s happening in the world. It’s probably why I’m…
Even as a writer, there are some things I struggle to put into words. The Lion King musical is one of those things. Minutes into the show I had goosebumps and I spent the next two hours sitting on the edge of my seat with my mouth open.…
I ended the day two blisters on the soles of my feet, sunburnt and exhausted. But it was worth it. If you think playing Monopoly takes a long time, it has got nothing on walking it! It took all day and I covered 30km. I’m not exaggerating. No…
In the 24 hours to 3pm on July 16, I learnt a lot.1. No matter how comfy a car may be for a nap while on the road, it is not a comfortable place to spent the night.2. If a track up a mountain “doesn’t look that far/hard”,…
Cruising the Canal du Garonne and River Baïse in southwest France revealed a side to France I hadn’t expected. I’d seen photos, paintings and movie scenes of the Eiffel Tower, the Parisian cafes and the paddocks of sunflowers. But the ivy covered houses, empty village streets as shop owners…
When I was working as a journalist in Tasmania, I attended the opening of a new art gallery. The owners spent a lot of their time in France, a lifestyle reflected in the pieces on the walls. The works of one artist, whose name I have unfortunately forgotten,…
As a young twenty-something travelling through Europe I’m supposed to be sleeping in airports, slobbering on the window of an overnight bus between cities and roaming the streets with my overloaded backpack for hours because I figured I’d find a hostel when I got there. But in the…
When you watch the Tour de France live, you’re in the thick of the action. Cheering, watching the riders whizz by, waving at the helicopters circling above. However, you have absolutely no idea what’s going on. After manning our little patch of footpath on part of the stage…