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2010 has been the best year of my life. – I married my one true love. – We bought plane tickets, packed up everything and went overseas. – We saw Europe, complete with night-train rides, hostel dorm...
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high five: my favourite hostels
One of my worst fears while travelling – other than being kidnapped and taken into the Bulgarian mountains by a crazy sect and forced to grow a beard – was having to stay in a bad hostel. The worst...
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the city sunset over me
It’s the last ever night of our trip, ever. It feels weird. We’re drinking beer and trying not to think about it. One thing is for sure: I’m definitely not the same girl that left Australia on July 4,...
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high five: the most romantic moments
We’ve been home now for 11 days. I have spent the last few of those 11 days unexpectedly trying to get me a job. So, understandably, I have not been in the most romantic of moods. After you spend all...
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the hangover
I wasn’t really looking forward to Las Vegas. I don’t drink a lot, I like to go to bed at 10pm and I can only play snap. Translation: I have a huge stick up my jacksie. Driving into Vegas, I wasn’t...
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the hangover two
Yeah, so where were we? Oh, yeah. That’s right – me being all lame in Las Vegas. I can assure you, that lameness continued during our second day in Vegas. Unlike everyone else in that crazy city with...
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i left my heart
After travelling for six months, J-man and I learnt never to judge a city by the way it looks when you arrive. The international bus station in Berlin is a cement wasteland in the middle of a...
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east coast overdoser
This is how you do New York, baby! Arrive. Take the subway from JFK to Brooklyn, put your bags down, slap on some Lady Speedstick and hit the town. Go to Roberta’s for pizza and beer (served in jars!)....
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We blindly pointed to Norwalk, Connecticut on a map and went there. Our hotel was a run down heap, but at reception old New York dames with Gold Amex cards haggled with the girl at the desk over prices...
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Can’t start a fire without a spark
Somewhere in rural Victoria, there is a young man who thinks I’m dead and/or unattractive. About an hour after landing in Melbourne, J-man, our friend Meg and I accidentally found ourselves on a steep...
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