Second chances in life are rare. In travel, even more so. In 2011 I visited the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland and couldn’t see a damn thing. Two years later I got the opportunity to go back and saw the stunning Cliffs in almost unbelievable conditions.
Despite my aversion to the heat and attempts to stay in cooler climates, I’ve spent my last two summers in Europe. I’ve melted on the sidewalks in Paris and spent hours inside Italian churches trying to keep cool. Here are my favourite photos from my summers in Europe.
Markets are one of the oldest institutions in the world. Before supermarkets and chain stores, people came together at streets and squares to buy what they need. They were a place of trade and gossip. I love visiting markets when I travel. While some exist as a tourist attraction, others remain an insight into their community.
A silent disco? Before I set foot inside the gate of Music Meeting, an annual festival at Nijmegen, I’d never heard the term before. But two hours later, I was a BIG fan.
Jan van Heldon was eight years old when his hometown of Nijmegen was liberated in 1944. He shared his story as he guided us through Holland’s National Liberation Museum.
Visiting the Honest Shop in Coniston is like stepping back in time – back to an era when dinner was always homecooked and your clothes home made.
Edinburgh has produced and inspired some of the UK’s best-known writers. Trade at cafes such as The Elephant House went through the roof when people found out J K Rowling sat at its tables to write the first Harry Potter novel. Fans pay an exorbitant amount to stay at the suite…
On my last day in Glasgow I saw a man steal a pair of second-hand shoes. This shady act fitted perfectly with the image people had painted of the city. The siren I heard from my friend’s apartment was apparently the perfect soundtrack to this rough, dirty and dangerous place. But does Glasgow deserve all the trash talk? I didn’t think so.
For all the excitement, thrills and adventure that travelling brings, some days it’s hard to be away from home. ANZAC Day is one of those days.
English weather often reminds me of what I grew up with in Tasmania – frequently wet and cold, occasionally sunny and beautiful, but most of all: consistently unpredictable