Travel Questionnaire –

Alana at the Castillo de Gilbralfaro, Malgala, Spain

Hello! Who are you?
Alana, 21, Student, Likes; Reading, Photography & Travel

What do you travel for?
To see new places, meet new people…expand my horizons!

Last destination visited?
Canterbury, Kent to visit a friend that is in college there.

Hotel or Hostel? 
Hostel is the cheap effective option and a great way to meet people…but if you have cash to spare hotel is the way to go.

Favourite destinations?
Anywhere in Spain really but the region of Andalucía in particular…also Madrid & Barcelona.

Travel good luck charm?
Passport...ha!

Packing ritual?
Always done in advance, last minute packing is a disaster but I usually end up repacking several times regardless.

Destination you will not return to? Why?  
Fortunately I haven’t encountered one yet!

Destinations you dream about.
In general I would like to travel outside of Europe but in particular I would love to travel across South America but of course to the USA and Australia as well.

Must have in your carry-on luggage.
Music and a good book.

The best meal you have had away.
Hard to say but there was great food in Crete when I visited there, very fresh, healthy and tasty. I also LOVED tapas in Spain, small portions of delicious food.

Favourite travel quote.
“Not all those who wander are lost.” — J. R. R. Tolkien

How do you survive the flight?  
I read or listen to music and hopefully fit in a nap to pass some time!

That one travel story that you have told a million times, and will keep on telling.
Any story from my Erasmus (European exchange) semester in Granada, Spain. I think I will be talking about it forever!
 
What souvenir do you bring back?
I usually always bring back postcards to decorate my room with or little trinket souvenirs to remind me of each place.

Milk Beach

Looking for a small private beach today, I stumbled across a hidden gem. In the wealthy suburb of Vaucluse, east of Sydney CBD there is a small walking track called the Hermitage Foreshore Track. It only runs for 2.2Km and is dotted every few hundred meters with tiny beaches all facing towards Sydney CBD. I had been looking for some tranquillity and hoping for a little wildness and I found both of them on this walk. As I stepped into the bush the sounds of human life faded into nothingness and very quickly all I could hear was the chirping of birds, waves lapping below me and bees buzzing. As my hearing became uncluttered my sense of smell opened up. In the cool of the tree’s shade blossoms were opening and filling the air with an intoxicating smell so strong it made me think of the perfume counters at David Jones. Yellow and green finches flitted amongst the flowers and other native birds sang from higher up in the branches.

 

 

 

The trail wound above the beaches, some of them tiny, some littered with dingys, one even had grass, tables and fishermen sitting on a wall. The beach I stopped at was called Milk Beach and was situated between (very small) sandstone cliffs. I shared the strip of sand with a few other couples and watched the scenery. Yachts bobbed in front of us whilst smaller party boats with music blaring and raucous laughter meandered along the coast line. I watched sea planes landing and taking off, from Rose Bay I think?  In the sand glittered purple, green and blue with broken shards of mother-of-pearl and as the small waves lapped on the shore they tinkled as all the shells crashed into each other. Kayakers came andlanded on our beach for a short while and then continued gliding on to the next bay.
 

 

 

 

The sun was setting behind the Harbour Bridge as I left, ricocheting blinding rays off the sails of the Opera House as well as the water. As I walked back to the path I spotted crabs scuttling back under their rocks andstarfish basking in the rock pools. As the path broke from the bush and back onto the road and the sounds of suburbia settled back in around me I realised how relaxed I felt. For 3 hours I had had the perfect getaway and I felt refreshed from the city and ready to take on the night noodle markets!

 

 

 

 

Discover your home town.

Walk around. Walk slowly and walk in places you haven’t been before. Take a different route home, to the shops or to lunch.

Stop. Stop in front of buildings you have always walked past and look up. Notice how the clouds reflect off the glass and how when they race across the sky it makes it feel as though the tallest spires are going to come tumbling down on you. Find high up carvings in churches and window boxes full of flowers.

Look down. Watch your feet as they walk and notice the plaques in the sidewalk. Stop to read them. See the graffiti on the streets and the fish in the water. Notice where dandelions and daisies are springing up.


Take your headphones out. Hear church bells ringing and buskers playing. Sit on the pavement to relax and enjoy the music. Listen to other people’s conversations or the ferries horns or the wind in the trees.


Put your headphones in. Walk around your area with a rock ballad in your ears and watch everyday occurrences become part of an epic music video. Smile, because your world just got more awesome.


Go inside. That cafe, that shop, that art gallery, that church. Is there anything planned for this afternoon? No? Then go in.


Have your coffee in a different spot. Get a takeaway cup and sit at the base of a statue or in a park (hopefully it’s sunny) and watch the world.


Collect paper. Use flyers, magazines and websites to fill your diary with things that are on. If you see someone setting up a marquee or stage, stop to ask them what’s happening.


Go somewhere different. You may have your favourite cafe, bar or restaurant but there are others out there that are just as good and maybe better! Try out a different one each time and what’s the worst that can happen? Treat it as an adventure and review it with yourself afterwards; you will then be a great person to come to for recommendations.


Leave the house with wide eyes and an open mind. You won’t be able to help bumping into wonderful things.

Tourist in my own city - Markets

Sydney city comes alive on a Saturday morning. Young hip things are crawling out of clubs still pulsing with music at the same time as stalls with fresh produce and crafts are quietly blooming into being. As the club goers slink back to bed the markets are just starting to bustle. Food markets such as Eveleigh in Redfern and the Taylor square markets on Oxford St officially begin trading at 8am and craft markets like the Paddington markets also on Oxford St open their doors at 10am.

The Eveleigh markets are located in the old carriage works in Redfern, just south of the Sydney CBD. Corrugated iron walls shelter over 70 stalls selling artesian produce from all over NSW and the ACT, old machinery is scattered between the stalls. On one morning there I sampled apples, sausages, yogurt, port, juice, cheeses, olives, dips, cordials and oils. My breakfast was a bacon and egg roll, a staple of the produce market and I took home a marigold plant for just $1. It is best to turn up earlier in the morning to really see the market at its finest with all the flowers out on display and everyone’s stalls stocked to the brim.

Taylor square markets are quite different. It has closer to 10 or 15 stalls and feels much more like a local community affair. All their produce is sustainable and they are passionate about extolling the virtues of sustainable eating. If you are a local in the Darlinghurst or Kings Cross areas then the Taylor square markets are aimed at you, they don’t have much variety but you can pick up bread, fruit and veg, honey, herbs, meat, flowers and a coffee and feel like you are at a small country town market just a stroll from your house.

Paddington markets are up further on Oxford st, you will find them scattered around a church and the joining school yard. Over 200 stalls are here every Saturday. Mostly crafts, clothes and design stores. Jewellery abounds, as does vintage sunglasses, local designers and their wares, art works and ceramics. There is also a courtyard dedicated to foods and coffee so you can try some sponge cake or Himalayan cuisine in-between stall hopping.

If you are making your way up to Paddington markets I would also recommend stopping by the Paddington Reservoir Gardens located in-between the markets and Hyde Park. It is a section of the cities past that had been buried but has since been dug up and renovated into wonderful sunken gardens; take your camera because you will be inspired to take photographs. It has been described as a combination of the Baths of Caracalla and The Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Old parts of the cities past water systems poke out from underneath ferns and are reflected in the water feature whilst families have picnics on the lawn framed by large stone arches. It is a tranquil hideaway from the bustle of the city.

Where do you go on a Saturday morning? Are there other markets in the city I should hear about? Let me know!

The Travel Companion

Have you been to the Lonely Planet website recently? They have a competition running to win $10,000 from Visa which is great and all, but we all know that only one person wins that and it’s unlikely to be you or me (So cynical Gemma!), enter the competition all the same I say but enter it for different reasons!

To enter you must create a Lonely Planet book of your own and submit a travel tip. Creating the book involves choosing your destinations, your budget and what kind of things you are interested in. The website then compiles this into a Lonely Planet book format and presents you with a PDF that can be saved onto your computer. I think that this is such a fun tool, of course it doesn’t give you as much information as an actual Lonely Planet book does but it does give you some suggestions and they are free and easier to carry around than a whole book! Anyone thinking of travelling soon should get on it as well because for every guide you create there is a $100 voucher that can be used at STA travel until the 31^st December 2012.

So enter for the sheer pleasure of creating a personal guide book for your upcoming trip and make sure to thank me if that voucher comes in handy. :P

As an aside note, how gorgeous is the background of the website? I would love to take a photo like that!

Travel Porn

Do you love travel porn? I don’t mean nude shots taken in exotic countries; I mean pictures of landscapes that can keep you clicking ‘next’ for hours, Articles on tiny towns in European destinations that make you forget the world around you. “Rolling hills? Mist in the valleys? Fire lit cottages? Oh yeah, don’t stop baby!”  

At work I will sometimes just get dragged into researching seven star hotels around the world, articles on the lonely planet website or photos on Condé Nast Traveller. The other day I was browsing through the Sydney Morning Herald Travel section and came across a photo documentary called 52 suburbs Rome. The photos are all wonderfully juxtopositioned with each other and gave me several smiles; you should go check them out! There is also another set called 52 suburbs Berlin on the site which is also pretty good.

Follow the link to have a look - http://www.smh.com.au/photogallery/travel/52-suburbs-rome-20120627-212cc.html. And the best thing about travel porn? It is totally acceptable to look at it at work.

Iceland Inspiration

Just recently I mentioned to my dear Dad that I thought we would both enjoy a trip to see the Northern Lights together. He is a science-y nerd who’s computer desktop is a constantly changing kaleidoscope of nebula and milky way’s, I am his daughter whom he has imparted his interest in the skies on.

The Aurora Borealis in Iceland

I suggested that Canada has a lot of places to see the Aurora Borealis from (and then I could hit two birds with one stone, see Travel Inspiration) but Dad scoffed at that. His dream of seeing the Northern Lights could only be fulfilled in a Scandinavian country. Greenland, Norway, Finland and Iceland are all on my radar now and slowly I am leaning towards Iceland.

It is rugged and harsh, quiet and powerful and totally foreign. Most of the country is wilderness (it is the least densely populated country in Europe) with lots of opportunities for outdoor activities like hiking, horse riding, swimming in thermal pools and skiing. Its largest city has only 120,000 people and is described as hip, state-of-the-art and alive. Of course it has amazing ancient history from the Vikings, I used to love stories of the Viking gods when I was a kid going there would be a great reason to read them all again. Unfortunately because we want to see the lights and the best time to see them is winter, there would only be about four hours of sunlight per day, I’m not sure yet how I feel about that, but the lights would be what we would be going to see.

I’m still interested in other Scandinavian countries, many of them have a lot in common, and feeling out what exactly else we want to get from this trip (Dad is sending me emails with science tours that we could do). Help me out! Do you have any recommendations for viewing the Northern Lights or Scandinavian countries? Let me know!

America - Part 2

Rolling hills in California

Driving through the different states I noticed a definite change in scenery each day. Driving out of California was yellowed rolling farmland dotted with trees, often eucalypts. I thought it looked a lot like the drive from Sydney to Canberra. Once we got to Nevada this farmland had made a smooth transition into red desert with sharp hill/mountain things that change from red to orange, brown and purple depending on the sun.  In Arizona the desert merged into woodland as we drove towards the Grand Canyon and into the mountains, and then back again into desert as we descended on the other side. In Texas the land still looked very desert like, but it was flat sprawling ranches dotted with houses and cows. Oklahoma was a sweet relief after all the desert. I wasn’t expecting it to be so green but where we were around OK city was all rolling green hills and fields with pockets of small trees in the hollows, it was almost English!

Hills changing colour in Nervada



A variety of flags discovered in the old farmhouse

In Oklahoma we were visiting our friends John and Mitch and were staying at Mitch’s farm in Perry, north of OK city, for the 4^th July. We had a wild night on the third where we let off fireworks, climbed grain silos, played on hay bales and stayed up until 4am just talking and drinking American beer.  On the 4^th I assumed that when a big lunch was served to us that this was our Fourth of July feast, but I was wrong, dinner was even bigger with family, friends and neighbours filling the many tables that had been set up in the garage and outside in the late afternoon. The day’s temperature was in the high 30’s and dry as dust. In-between meals we young folk went to a field and set up targets and a skeet (clay pigeon) shooter to practice our rifle aim with. It was the first time Claire and I had used a gun and it took me a little bit to not feel strange about the fact that we were just shooting them for fun. After a while I got into it and fired a few rounds from a shot gun and a pistol, but I didn’t feel the need to keep doing it. It’s strange how different upbringings can show through in base instincts like that. Here it was legal and we were doing it for fun, but my base feeling was that you don’t play with guns.

Abandoned markets in OK city




Mitch showing me how to use a pistol

Because it was so dry fireworks were only supposed to be fired down at the big town lake where there was a display being put on by the town council so we went down to watch that and had a fun experience where we were sitting in the middle of a field with kids letting off fireworks all 360 degrees around us. It was kind of fun and kind of mildly scary having them burst 20meters away from you and straight over your head and somewhere else you can’t see but you can hear, all simultaneously.  Fun!




All dressed up for the 4th

In John’s home town of Tulsa we bought cowboy boots (also known as my new obsession) ate chicken wings and watched baseball from the grass of the stadium. Both Oklahoma City and Tulsa Surprised me with how big they are and how modern. Oklahoma city has a population of 580,000 people and I expected a tiny old fashioned city but what I actually found (and in Tulsa as well) was a thriving city with high rise buildings, refurbished downtown areas with walkways and new restaurants scattered around but which still had the feeling of a quiet and community centred city.



Back from America!

Howdy Y’all! :D

I’m back from my road trip across America and excited to tell you about it!

It was mostly a really relaxing trip, just coasting the roads and reconnecting with friends. We did of course mix some sightseeing in as well but it was nothing compared to past trips where every day was packed with sightseeing.

For starters, I think I mentioned that the reason for the trip was to see American friends that I had made with my girl Claire whilst we were in England together. This meant that we skipped some of the big attractions on our way to make it to their places on time but it also means that we got to see parts of America that without these locals, we would never have thought of to go!

In order to tell you about the trip I have divided it into the main cities/states that we visited. San Francisco, Oklahoma, Tennessee and New York.  Here begins the four part series that is my American adventure!

Claire and I started off in San Francisco for a few days with Maria and Li who took us to all the interesting areas in the city like the Castro which had rainbow flags everywhere and is constantly in gay pride mode. We went to Haight and Ashbury where the summer of love happened in 1967 and the area still has the feeling of a hippy commune. We cycled the bay area, including across the Golden Gate Bridge and took a ferry back to the city just in time to watch the fog drifting in, a San Fran classic. In San Francisco we were also fed to our limits on burgers, biscuits, scones and sandwiches. We were about to find out that we would never go hungry whilst in America.

Hearts scattered around the city, a tribute to the song 'I left my heart in San Francisco"

As we travelled across the country a lot of Americans said to us that San Francisco was their favourite city and “wasn’t it just so beautiful and different?” Like a breath of fresh air they said. It was certainly beautiful but I thought it was very similar to Sydney in terms of the feeling we got from the people and the neighbourhoods. I think a lot of Americans differentiate it on being such a Liberal city (gay marriage is legal, we even saw someone naked walking down the street?!) and whilst it is obviously not AS Liberal, Sydney is not a conservative city. The beauty of the streets and setting of the city is wonderfully individual but I don’t think that visiting Australians get a culture shock from San Francisco.  

Claire and I did something neither of us have never done before this trip. We hired a car as our transport across the USA. Flying would have been quicker and possibly even cheaper but we felt that a trip across the USA had to be done right, and what felt right was a road trip. We hired a Chrysler 200 black convertible for about $1200 AUS for two weeks which we thought was a very decent price.

Driving on the wrong side of the road was something I was very worried about; I can be quite a nervous driver if I am in unfamiliar places or situations, but my fears were unfounded and I had only one moment of ‘road fear’ where it was 1am, raining and we came across about 6 different traffic lights in Memphis that were blacked out. In the end I think the experience has really helped my confidence in driving and that I have come back with more confidence in myself in general!

We drove from San Francisco to Oklahoma in 4 days, roughly 3,000kms. We drove almost solidly for those 4 days, getting up at 6am and stopping at a motel when it was about 8pm. On the way we visited the Grand Canyon which was grand and really hard to take in just how big it is, we drove though Las Vegas at 8am and even that was impressive and happening enough for us. We visited Meteor Crater outside Winslow, Arizona and enjoyed the desert scenery and in Albuquerque we experienced alien interference in the traffic leaving the city when it took us an hour to move about 5 miles, spooky! 

We only stayed in one strange location on this leg of the trip, on the first night when it was getting dark, Claire researched some hotels whilst I drove and she booked us into one that was still half an hour away, but was cheap. It was called Whisky Pete’s and when we drove into the little town of Prim Valley what we saw was certainly not what we expected. The town consisted almost entirely of three huge casinos, the little valley they were it was lit up with huge neon figures and flashing signs and as we drove into Whisky Pete’s we realised that it was modelled on a Disney castle with turrets and balconies bedecked with fairy lights all over it. We were laughing walking into the place, at the decor and at the people huddled around the slot machines in this seedy feeling casino. Our room was very bare and only half the lights worked but we were only there to sleep so it was ok. When we got up again at 6am we walked out through the casino again an ogled at the people who had either been there all night or who had come to start again at the crack of dawn. It was a fun experience!

Wanderlust Questionnaire

·         Hello! Who are you?

Hi, I'm Michelle, Gemma's Mum.  Her wanderlust may be due to me encouraging her to leave home.   I'm a busy MD of a Training company, so I like my holidays to be easy to organise at present.  I really love lots of fresh air (avoiding tourist buses is essential) and experiencing different cultures. Local food, local people and local architecture are highlights for me.

·         What do you travel for?

Both work & pleasure, and its important the former includes the latter.

·         Last destination visited?

This year I've touristed Melbourne, Tanzania, Fiji & Dubbo.  What variety!  The trips have covered work, pleasure and romance (not necessarily all together), so it's been a very enjoyable year.  This is probably my biggest travel year ever as I'll also go to Guam and Brisbane.

·         Hotel or Hostel? Why?

Hotel.  I like my own room with all the bells and whistles, fresh clean sheets and towels, and plenty of space.  I don’t like rooms with smelly sock odours, and listening to strangers snort and snore all night.  But I do like camping - why wasn't that included?

·         Favourite destinations.

The best destinations for me have water, river or sea, that is warm enough for swimming.  Water makes it easy to unwind and relax.  I think each place has it's own special charms, so I don't rate one place over another.

·         Travel good luck charm?

Salisbury Cathedral Tower badge.  I’d read the story of Old Sarum in which the cathedral was built, and then years later I actually visited it and climbed the tower.  It reminds me dreams come true. 

·         Packing ritual?

Throw everything into the bag at the last minute.  Don’t stress.  You can always buy anything you need if you forgot something.  And if you are on the move then you don't need many clothes, so long as you get to wash frequently.  Lots of baggage is just a nuisance.

·         Destination you will not return to? Why?

Levuka, Fiji.  Hot, noisy, mosquito ridden, no beach and nothing to do (and I may have hated it more because I was pregnant).

·         Destinations you dream about.

Macchu Pichu, South America to see ancient, ancient history, wonderful scenery, and a totally different culture.  I doubt that the pictures do it justice.

·         Must have in your carry-on luggage.

Nowadays my ipad loaded with good books!  Lonely Planet guide of my destination and my camera.

·         The best meal you have had away.

Lots – Soup and rolls in pubs across Ireland, 5 courses of fungi in a monastery in China, Peking duck in a Peking duck exclusive restaurant in Beijing, eating amazing food in a Chinese peasants house with the pig in the room next door.

·         Favourite travel quote.

It’s not about the destination; it’s the journey – pretty cliched!

·         How do you survive the flight?

Read a long book that requires lots of concentration.  Get excited about the food!  Plan where I'm going to visit, as I've generally not done it before I left.

·         That one travel story that you have told a million times, and will keep on telling.

Can’t say I’m much of a story teller.  More of a photo taker, and there are too many favourite photos.

Our communist guide in Beijing asked our group tour to appoint a sole decision maker for the group because we would not be able to agree as a group.  We protested and insisted on a democratic vote, which took a lot of insistence to get accepted.  He was so sure it wouldn’t work that when our first vote was 6 to 7 we all just smiled, kept our mouths closed and accepted the vote.  Which meant we saw the Beijing Opera, didn’t understand a thing, and were nearly deafened, but we still all said it was fantastic.