Travel Writing Library

Wandering in a city in which we’ve never been, this was the first time my husband and I were on vacation without our two kids; enthusiastic to be empty-nesters, eager to reconnect.

With a sense of guilty relief, Clem and I left the broken city of Christchurch, New Zealand. We drove away from the confusion of temporary road signs and the nightmarish sight of half demolished buildings still standing on the gaping wounds of a traumatic event.

Ones destination is never a place but a new way of seeing things

I awoke this morning at sparrows fart, when the sparrows were probably only dreaming about their dawn song.

It was on a cloudy day in early October last year that i had the opportunity to encounter one of the best travel moment of my life.

Just beyond the steep drop I stumble on three rockhopper penguins pushing themselves into a narrow crevice. They’re doing their best to keep out my way.

It took smashing a chicken carcass with a butcher’s knife for me to question whether volunteering at a lion park was a good idea.

Between the outskirts of Yogyakarta and Magelang lay my last stop on the bemo. Im dropped where cattle grazing fields and fruit tree plantations collide with the rising valley ground between the peaks Merapi and Merbabu.

Ever heard about the worst job on earth? Well, neither do we before we set our feet and camped on Mount Ijen, one of the most famous volcano in East Java.

The last time I excitedly went into a rant about the race, 78 degrees North and how incredible it’s going to be, whilst on crutches, a mountain guide replied you can forget about it.