Taking-in the Stunning Sand Dunes at Woodside Beach.
After soaking up the gentle morning sunshine and incredible views of Wilsons Promontory National Park, cradling my coffee from the Tidal River Visitor Centre after a less-than peaceful night, I trepidatiously stepped back into Hilda’s boat-like interior. My boyfriend, Alejandro, and my first jaunt into Vanlife had not gone all together too smoothly… but he was keen to get going and prove the events from yesterday wrong.
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Sand, sea and a playful breeze accompany our walk along Bathers Way.
Looking through these photos of our trip to Newcastle makes my heart ache with a beautiful nostalgia. My husband had surprised me with a completely spontaneous trip to a city that neither of us knew much about (the tickets had been on a flash sale; reason enough for an impromptu adventure.)
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On Sundays, thousands of women flock together in Hong Kong’s Central district to create a community during their day of rest.
What strikes me most about Hong Kong is its population. Life in this city is like a layered cake, with shops, restaurants and living spaces crammed on top of each other in towering skyscrapers. Space is a rare commodity, with the average apartment being large enough to hold a sleeping space, hot plate and a bathroom that marries the square footage reserved for a toilet and shower.
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Spending the first night in the van off-the-grid at Wilsons Prom.
My eyes are blinded by tears. Happy tears, sad tears. Tears caused by gratitude for the family I found working as a part-time waitress at a café in Melbourne’s suburb of St. Kilda, and tears caused by knowing that a chapter in my life had come to a most definite close.
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How to spend a day in the Gateway to the Mediterranean.
Waters shifting from azure and turquoise to sky blue and cerulean will lap against golden and tan shores as your ferry pulls up to Gibraltar. Beyond the sea, your eyes will be greeted by the shining metropolis of sand and rust buildings climbing up white and green cliffs to the peninsula’s crowning monument — the Rock.
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An offbeat glimpse of the city’s oldest market place.
To describe the Queen Victoria Market in Melbourne, Australia, as “sprawling” is an understatement. At a whopping seven-hectares, this iconic landmark is the largest open-air market in the Southern Hemisphere — and it does not disappoint.
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A local organization is fighting for one of the ocean’s very precious creatures.
Bali’s beaches are, in a word, beautiful. Stretches of white sand hug gently rolling waves where children splash playfully. Colourful boats bob amicably as the tide gently rolls in and out. Closely bordering the beach are restaurants and hotels packed shoulder-to-shoulder as far as the eye can see. Every so often, the sands peppered with beach towels and recliners are broken up by a circle of posts surrounded with blue plastic cordoning off a portion of the beach.
These informal blockades are protecting a very important part of Bali’s ecosystem — its sea turtles.
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Our brief journey through Sa Pa was but a taste of what I one day hope will be a full experience. While my husband, Alejandro, and I only wandered through the area for slightly less than 48-hours, the peaceful valley that feels so remote from Vietnam’s other popular destinations will remain etched in our imaginations.
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A trek through the mountains leads to learning about local life.
By the time my husband, Alejandro, and I woke up from our early morning nap — after taking the overnight train from Hanoi to Sa Pa — it was late afternoon and we didn’t have enough time to experience any of the local tours that would take us through the valley.
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An overnight train’s last stop is the first look at Lào Cai Province’s glorious mountain range.
I woke up to the sound of knocking. Fumbling for my glasses, I struggle to sit-up in the already too low bed. It is still dark, but a small woman has slid open the train’s cabin door and seems to be asking a question.
My mind is lingering in the space between dreams and reality and I am not fully grasping the situation. It dawns on me slowly. We must be almost there. The woman is looking around the cabin expectantly, repeating question. What was it?
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