Aussie expat in Canada

Aussie expat in Canada

We arrived via Europe where the financial crisis hit hard and swallowed our hard earned savings. After a few nights in Vancouver, British Columbia to get our ‘grown up’ jobs done (social security numbers, phones etc.) we boarded a bus that would take us to Whistler. It was everything I imagined it to be, snow covered mountains surrounding a cozy village with endless hotels, shops, bars & restaurants...

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Stunningly beautiful Maldives

Stunningly beautiful Maldives

It started with a dream of huts over tranquil coral filled water with waves slowly hitting the steps below. Waking up to brilliantly coloured tropical fish swimming around you, able to be seen from every window of your luxury villa. Ahhhh a dream I have come to realise many of us seem to share...

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Canals of France

Canals of France

In October last year my husband and I spent five wonderful days cruising along the Canal du Midi in the sunny south of France. Cruising along by boat is a fantastic way to see the smaller towns and countryside from a waterside perspective at a relaxed pace. It was a different experience and a really pleasant way to escape the cities and wind down and enjoy the relaxed ambience of southern France...

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Africa Safari

Africa Safari

I woke early as usual and went out onto our small deck and watched the sun rise over the far wall of Ngorongoro crater. It was stunning and foreshadowed what was to be a very pleasant day: 26 – 27 C. We broke fast and were on the road by 0800 and drove around the crater rim and down this very precarious slope into the crater proper...

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Two weeks in Sabah

Two weeks in Sabah

Mabul Island is off Sabah’s south-west coast. The water temperature hovers between 25-28C and each day seems a carbon copy of the previous – warm and with no rain. Paradise? Not sure, but if there is something better, it must be pretty special...

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Navadurga Festival – Nepal

Navadurga Festival – Nepal

Splat! I felt something burst against my shoulder followed by giggling and the pounding of little footsteps against the pavement. A water balloon had hit me within the first ten minutes of entering Bhaktapur. It was the day of the Navadurga Festival and all the children were running the streets and being a white tourist makes me an automatic target...

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