The first time I travelled out of Australia, it was 1978 and I was twenty-two years old. I was off on my big adventure to Europe, armed with a copy of Arthur Frommer’s “Europe on Ten Dollars a Day”, a Eurailpass, a youth hostel card, and a five year working holiday visa that was good … Continue reading Just Call Me ‘Red Riding Hood’
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Fifty-Five Days with Gwen
It is not actually true that I have too much time on my hands. In fact, I have been having a quiet meltdown in the lead-up to an overseas trip. There is much to arrange. Four months is a long time to leave your 'normal' life behind, and the expedition has co-incided with a period … Continue reading Fifty-Five Days with Gwen