Why You Should Go To Bali?

“Life, religion and art all converge in Bali. They have no word in their language for ‘artist’ or ‘art.’ Everyone is an artist.” – Anaïs Nin

The Atmosphere

There is something about Bali or all Indonesian/Asian countries that this so different to the western world. Having never been to a place like Bali before it was definitely an experience I will never forget and I would highly recommend it to anyone. There is so much traffic and noise and people and rubbish. It is extremely overwhelming to the senses to begin with but once you get use to not waiting for traffic to stop to let you cross the road, you have to just go for it and know they won’t hit you, once you get use to saying no thank you to every person trying to get you into their shop or taxi, once you over look all the rubbish on the streets and all the pavements that are in serious need of repair, once you embrace the fact that you are very far from everything you know, you will see this country and it’s incredibly friendly people are just perfect the way they are.

The Religious Culture

Coming from a largely Christian world and being an atheist it can be very interesting to visit a country where religion is a massive part of the culture and everyday lives of it’s people. In Bali the majority of the population practices Balinese Hinduism, there are dozes of temples and shrines on every corner, you will see Canang Sari, which is the daily offering to the supreme God, everywhere in Bali. You will have to step over many of them on the pavements as they are left on the ground outside every shop front.

The Food

I don’t think I have ever eaten so much cheap, beautifully arranged and incredibly tasty food in my whole life than I did in the 11 days I spent in Bali. As someone who loves their food and is willing to try anything (within reason) once, I was so excited to try Balinese food, my favourite dish was definitely the traditional Mie Goreng. My mum particularly enjoyed the Nasi Goreng.

Make sure to check out the previous posts on Seminyak and Ubud. I spent 11 days in Bali and even though we managed to squeeze a lot in, we barely touched the surface of what this country holds. I personally can not wait to return and explore some more. I hope these posts will inspire some people to give this incredible country a try once it is safe and the world has returned to some semblance of normal. You will not regret it

AWOL – Where I’ve Been And What Is Next

When I first started this blog at the beginning of the year I was so excited to share my travel stories, to become a part of the travel/lifestyle blogger community, to interact with readers and fellow bloggers and to basically starting writing again which is something I have always loved to to but then the world turned to shit.

I was not in the best place mentally at the beginning of the year due to complicated relationship issues then Covid-19 hit, the world closed down and it took all of my energy trying to deal with it mentally and to just keep myself sane. I just couldn’t think about travel and writing, I didn’t want to read about it so I assumed no one else did either so what would be the point in carrying on?

I am very lucky that I have not lost any family member’s to Covid, I have not lost my job or home but the thing that I did lose, that has taken months to come to terms with is Canada. It had always been my dream to do Australia, New Zealand and then Canada. I had my working holiday visa, I had arranged a leaving party, I had decided the date I was going to quit my job. My flight was booked for the end of April, that obviously got cancelled when Canada closed their boarders. As my visa had already been activated technically I could go once flights were up and running again and I didn’t need a job offer, which is their current requirement for people with inactivated visas, but so many people in the IEC Facebook group had actually been turned away at the airport. I did not want to risk that happening so I started applying for jobs, I was unsuccessful as most employees, understandably, in the hospitality industry (where I would of worked) wanted people who were already in the country and who didn’t have to go through 2 weeks of quarantine before starting.

My life like so many others had been placed on hold. I was furloughed from work, my mum wanted to move in with her partner to save money, (she was going to do this as soon as I left for Canada), so I felt like I was holding back her life as well. I was miserable, full blown depressed.

I had to make a choice. I could keep applying for jobs in Canada, move other there in the middle of a global pandemic, leave the security of my job here, hope that Canada’s cases didn’t get worse and I didn’t lose whatever job I had managed to get over there and then eventually have to leave Canada to return to he UK after only a few months to no job and no home.

It was probably one of the hardest decisions I’ve had to make but the most sensible option given all of the extraordinary unknown circumstances seemed to be to give up on the dream of living/working in Canada so that’s what I did. I decided to say in the UK and try to make a life here.

The hotel I work in eventually reopened, I have rented a little flat, this is actually the first time in my 33 years on this earth that I have lived completely alone and I am feeling a lot happier. I will always be sad about Canada but its not going anywhere and as soon as the world is back to normal I will be having the most epic holiday there.

Now that I’ve caught you up on what’s been going on with me for the last 10 months, I will get back to this blog and what I’m going to do with it.

I am still going to continue with my Australia travel blogs and start writing my New Zealand ones, the memories are getting further away and I will regret it if I don’t document the amazing times I had. Hopefully people will enjoy reading them and it inspires them to visit when it is safe to do so. I will also be moving more towards the lifestyle type stuff. I want to explore and show off the beautiful Shropshire that is my home, I’ll do reviews of local restaurants/takeaways, local walks and places of interest. And once restrictions have been lifted I want to show off more of the UK as well. I also have a great idea for a book vs film/TV show review series, combining my two favourite things, books and binge watching Netflix.

This was the plan anyway but as the great Robert Burns wrote “The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry”

2020 has decided to throw another curve ball my way. Just before Christmas I spent 5 days having constant abdominal pains, when pain killers didn’t even touch it I finally got a face to face appointment with my doctor who straight away decided that I needed to go to hospital, after an 8 hour wait in the surgical assessment unit, I finally got seen by a consultant at 1:30am who admitted me right away and arranged a CT scan. That scan showed a massive ovarian cyst so I was moved to Telford Hospital which houses the Gynaecology unit. I spent 4 days in hospital with them trying to come up with a pain management plan but to no avail , 9 days after being discharged I am still in constant pain.

At my follow up appointment yesterday I was told that I will be having surgery within the next 6 weeks to remove the cyst/cysts. Unfortunately due to many different factors and the size of the cyst (35cm by the way), it’s not going to be as simple as a normal cyst removal. Basically they don’t know what to expect or exactly how much they will have to remove, one ovary, both ovaries, maybe even a full hysterectomy, until I am on the table and they have opened me up. They also don’t know if the cyst is cancerous until it is removed. So yeah, I really found a great way to top up the shittiest year ever.

I will be attempting to document my cyst removal journey here because I believe that women’s gynaecological health is still seen as a bit of a taboo to talk about in public, It was something I previously never wanted to discuss with anyone, but that is exactly how I have ended up in this situation. If I can help to raise a little bit of awareness then I will.

I wish you all a very happy new year. Stay strong and know that this year is finally coming to an end, next year can only get better.

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Exploring Bali – Ubud and Sanur

After our 4 nights in Seminyak, My mum and I packed up our suitcases and made our way to our next hotel in Ubud. A place apparently made famous by the book Eat, Prey, Love which I haven’t read or seen the film so I didn’t have any preconceptions .

Travelling on the roads in Bali is definitely an experience that I will never forget, the roads are clogged with so many cars and even more mopeds, which are very popular for backpackers to hire and explore the countryside on. My mum and I weren’t brave enough for this. Also the road signs in Bali are pretty non-existent so I have no idea how our driver managed to find the hotel we were staying at without a sat nav as it was completely hidden away.

The entrance to our hotel

Now I can’t write this post without telling you all a little about the hotel we stayed in. Puri Gangga Resort (not an ad, sponsored or anything like that it was just amazing) has to be one of the poshest hotels I have ever stayed in, it was a truly beautiful place and the staff were the most attentive in all of Bali and it was probably about a quarter of the price of a 4 star hotel in Europe. When we left we were even given a leaving gift, my mum got a wooden turtle statue and I got a wooden cat statue.

Afternoon tea on the terrace
The infinity pool looking out over the jungle below

One of the great things our hotel did was on the Saturday night, they had a special evening of traditional Balinese dancing performed by the girls who lived in the village in the valley just below the hotel. It was a fascinating and entertaining evening. The dance told the story of a bumblebee falling in love. If you come to Bali and see one of these events is taking place then I highly recommend you go along and watch.

There was also a water temple in the valley below the hotel, the Gunung Kawi Temple which was so quiet and serene, a massive difference to the more commercial Tanah Lot Temple.

We were very happy to be tourists in Bali so of course when we spent the day in the centre of Ubud as well as walking around the incredibly varied and huge market there, we had to go to one of the main tourist attractions, the Monkey Forest.

For a small fee you get to walk around this forest that is quite pretty and honestly just reminded me of the first Tomb Rider game and get to see all the wild monkeys. Now these are not docile monkeys, they are very playful, some times aggressive wild animals and you have to be very careful of your valuables. My mum and I sat down for a rest because it was so hot and a monkey decided to climb on top of us and try to undo the zip on my mums handbag. I would advise that you have no food on you while exploring the forest.

One of the things we both wanted to see while in Bali was elephants. It’s one of the big draws of visiting Asia and Indonesia. I know there is a hell of a lot of controversy surrounding this subject and I have read a few articles condemning these places completely. So please don’t leave angry comments about this subject. As a massive animal lover I do agree with them on pretty much all of the points they make, especially the point of elephant rides, it is an unnecessary thing to do. I have never wanted to ride an elephant and I do not think this should be allowed at all, but I have always be fascinated by elephants and really wanted to get up close and feed some so I did some online research and the “best” place I found was The Elephant Safari Park and Lodge so we spent the day there. I have even included a picture of the information sign that they had around the park. I have since come to learn that there are no actual elephant sanctuaries in Bali, they are all just for entertainment purposes. In hindsight do I feel bad giving my money to a place like this? Yes but it was a great experience and I wasn’t displeased with the way I saw the elephants being treated and they all seemed pretty content.

One thing you have to do before leaving Ubud is to go to the Tegalalang Rice Terrace which we did on the journey to our next location of Sanur. Again it is another very busy tourist spot, you have to fight your way across a busy road and through the crowds trying to get the perfect shot for the gram but still an exceptionally stunning view.

We had spent a very busy few days exploring the wonderful Ubud and its surroundings. Our next location was Sanur, a quiet resort on the south east of the island. This was our chance to properly relax now, so we didn’t actually go on any excursions while in Sanur and I celebrated my 29th birthday while we were there so we just relaxed by the beach and pool, then spent the evenings enjoying good food and drinks, usually ending the night in an Irish bar called The Wicked Parrot. You have not lived until you have seen a Balinese band playing Irish folk songs and everyone in the bar joining in

Sanur Beach

Exploring Bali – Seminyak

After my three months of working in Australia’s Northern Territory I decided that I needed a holiday and because I had heard how great but also how cheap it is, the island of Bali in Indonesia was going to be my holiday destination.

I also decided that as I’m such a great daughter and thought my mum deserved a good holiday, I would invite her along too as my treat. All she had to do was pay for her flights, I would sort everything else out. Because of this I didn’t go down the normal cheap hostel backpacker route, I went for nice hotels which in Bali are still pretty cheap.

I wanted to see as much of Bali as possible in our 11 days there but also wanted a few just chilling by the beach days so I split our trip up into three different locations so we could experience a little bit of everything. We started out in Seminyak for 4 nights, Ubud for 3 nights and then Sanur for 4 nights.

I will be splitting my posts about Bali into three so remember to watch out for my next posts all about Ubud and Sanur.


Seminyak is a resort on the southern end of Bali, It is just north of Kuta. I chose to avoid Kuta completely on this trip as I had been told its basically like the Australian version of Kavos, filled will very drunk, drugged up, loud people, that’s not really my scene and as my mother was joining for this trip I didn’t think that would be suitable for us. Seminyak is still a very lively place, its biggest plus point is the many beach front bars, complete with bean bag chairs on the sand so you can relax under a brightly coloured umbrella while you drink a Bintang or a Bali cider (was so happy to find out they had this and it was so cheap too) and watch the amazing sunsets.

I arrived from Darwin the night before my mum so checked into our hotel, Puri Cendana Resort and got myself all settled in, I couldn’t wait to wake up the next day and start exploring. After enjoying a complimentary breakfast I headed off in search of the beach, Luckily the hotel was on the road to the beach so it didn’t take long for me to feel the sand between my toes. I relished in feeling the ocean wash over my feet again after spending 3 months away from it.

I eventually headed back to the hotel to check out the pool and wait for my mum to arrive.

After a few days relaxing on the beach and by the pool, letting my mother get over her jet lag we were ready to start exploring. We hired one of our hotels driver to take us to Tanah Lot Temple, one of the great sea temples of Bali.

Once you have paid a small entrance fee, you have to walk through a maze of market stalls to get to the coast line and eventually the temple. One thing to note about Bali is you can not walk past any shop, market stall, taxi driver without them trying to entice you in, sell you something or give you a lift. While walking around you just have to get use to saying no thank you to pretty much everyone.

You are able to walk over to the temple at low tide which we did, but non-Balinese people are not allowed to enter the actual temple. You might think that going to a Balinese temple would be a calming and enlightening experience but as Tanah Lot is one of the most popular attractions on the whole island just note that you will be sharing the experience with 100’s of other people. We even saw a bride and groom having their wedding pictures taken amongst the crowds.

One thing Bali is famous for is Luwak Coffee and on our way to Tanah Lot our driver took us to one of the many Luwak Coffee plantations. For those that don’t know Luwak Coffee is the most expensive coffee in the world because Luwaks or Chivet Cats eat only the ripest tastiest coffee beans, the beans then pass through their digestive system where they get fermented. The chivets then poo out the beans, they are collected, washed and processed into the most expensive coffee in the world. The whole process is suppose to give the coffee a much smoother and less bitter taste.

Anyone who knows me knows I hate coffee, even if its the sweetest, milkiest, trying so hard not to taste like coffee, coffee from Starbucks. I still can’t stand it, mainly because of the bitterness, it just sticks to my tongue but I have to say the Luwak coffee wasn’t actually that bad, it definitely had a less bitter taste than the normal stuff you can buy. I have to say I did enjoy trying the different types of tea a lot more.

The following day we left Seminyak and with another driver ventured into the hills to Ubud and probably the poshest hotel I have ever and will ever stay in in my life. Keep an eye out for my next post all about it.

The Australia Chronicles – Mataranka – We Of The Never Never

Out on the wastes of the Never Never

That’s where the dead men lie!

There where the heat-waves dance forever –

That’s where the dead men lie!Where the dead men lie by Barcroft Boake

The Never Never is used to describe a vast remote area of the Australian outback. I spent 3 months living and working in my never never. A very small place called Mataranka in the Northern Territory. It is 6 hours drive south of Darwin and is on the Stuart Highway, which runs right down the middle of Australia, from Darwin via Alice Springs and all the way down to Port Augusta in South Australia, because of this many people only end up stopping in Mataranka for fuel, a bathroom break and to grab some food so they never really experience it in all its outback beauty.

There is one thing Mataranka is famous for, a book called We Of The Never Never by Jeannie Gunn. Which I have never actually gotten round to reading.
It has become part of Australian Folklore and details the journey of Jeannie, who was the first white woman to settle in the Mataranka area accompanying her husband who was the station manager at Elsey cattle station.

The town is really into milking this book for everything, The towns sign says “Mataranka – Capital Of The Never Never”. If you are entering the town from the north on the Stuart Highway you will pass a park on the left filled with statues of all the main characters from the book.

In the 80’s they made a film about the book and they built a replica of the homestead Jeannie lived in and it still stands to this day near the thermal pools.

That’s another thing Mataranka is famous for, it’s two hot springs. There are the Thermal Pools and Bitter Springs.

One weekend my housemate Lucy and I walked the 6km from our house to go for a swim in the bitter springs. It was incredible, the water was so blue and so clear. You start at one end of the springs and using a pool noodle to float you allow the current to carry you to the other end. A little azure oasis in this red dusty place, well it was until about 40 school children showed up.

The Bitter Springs. No filter or editing needed, it really is that blue!

I didn’t manage to get to the Thermal Springs as they are up by the homestead and as we didnt have a car that would of been about an 11km walk each way, which isn’t particularly doable or sensible in 35 degree heat. I do know that the Thermal Springs are a lot more of a man made structure, a little bit like a heated swimming pool, surrounded by lush greenery.

Other things of interest in this tiny town that I think people should see if they are ever in this part of the world are the worlds largest man made termite mound! There’s a button on it and it’s suppose to tell you all about the town but when ever I went there is wasn’t working.

The stockyard gallery and garden cafe is a quaint little place, complete with another statue of a character from We Of The Never Never. Caricatures of aboriginal people line the wall above the counter and the gallery is filled with books, aboriginal art work and souvenirs, you can enjoy a good BLT for $8 while sitting in a tropical garden, be careful though as the locals birds that fill the trees may come and pester you for some of your lunch, they did when I was there!

And finally I think everyone who comes to Mataranka should pop into the Mataranka Store and Service Station and it’s not just because that’s where I worked!

The owner Judy has owned the business for 40 years and the store contains everything you could ever want! It’s really like an aladdins cave!  It always amused me when British tourists would come into the store because they always ask me how exactly I ended up here! It’s like they can’t image how anyone from back home would find a job in such a small place in the middle of the outback. The Aussies are funny as well so many have said to me “you British really do get everywhere!”

The Australia Chronicles – Mataranka – Life in the Outback

After my first month in Australia I found myself in a position I didnt think I would be in so early on. I was now going to be a solo traveller.

I left my friend at Cairns airport waiting for her flight back to the UK while I flew to Darwin to start my outback adventure. I had managed to find a job via gumtree in a general store in a town called Mataranka, in the Northern Territory. It’s a very small place of about 400 people, 6 hours drive south of Darwin and it was going to be my home for the next three months. I spent the night in Darwin a very dingy hostel and was woken up three times in the night by a French girl because I was snoring and waking someone up to tel them they are snoring obviously means they will stop doing it. I can’t bloody help it, I wish I could. It’s quite an embarrassing trait to have when sharing dorm rooms with people and has always made me very anxious. A Danish girl in Airlie beach said she was amazed by my snoring as it sounded like a bear! 

Found my street in Darwin

The next day I caught the greyhound coach to Mataranka. I’m going be completely honest with you, that coach trip was probably one of the worst journeys I have ever taken, not because of the actual coach ride but because I was absolutely terrified to do this whole travelling thing alone. One thing I was confident of was that I knew that if I had joined my friend in returning home it would have been the biggest regret of my life and I would of always wondered what if I had just had the guts to do it. I didn’t know if I could do this alone but I had to try and I’m so glad I did. My friend going home to the UK turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me, I just didn’t feel like that at the time.

When I got off the coach at the United Service Station in town the driver looked at me quizzically and said what the hell are you doing staying in a place like this?! I told him I had a job here and he wished me luck saying I would need it.

The sun was starting to set as I was picked up from the service station by Toni, my landlady, she gave me a quick tour of the two roads in the town then drove me to the house I would be staying in. We drove down a road surrounded on both sides by the bush, wallabies leaping in front of the cars headlights, Toni not even flinching.

The “street” my house was on

Now when she told me I would be staying in a four bedroom house with the other workers I don’t know why I had in my mind that it would be a nice two story house, all mod cons, with a Veranda and a nice little garden that I could sit and sunbathe in. (My Welsh housemate thought that same thing!) You can image the shock I had when we pulled into the driveway and I was met by what is basically a tin shed!
She showed me around the “house”. The bathroom that’s outside in which she once had to rescue a girl from a snake, the kitchen that is filled with plastic cutlery and plates, the broken sofas that have only been here a month, before that they had no furniture in the living room/kitchen. Finally I was shown to my room, a metal box, with a concrete floor, the only furniture being a bed and a chest of drawers (with two condoms in for some reason was one supermax and one ultra thin!?!?) no curtains, no homely touches. Nothing. Purely the basics.

The house

Now I’m not ashamed to admit this but when Toni left I sat on my bed and cried. For about an hour. The shock of the house being completely the opposite of what I expected, realising I was actually doing this alone, the fact I was in the middle of nowhere and couldn’t contact anyone to let them know how I was because only one phone network works here and my phone was still locked to a UK network. It was all very scary at that point!

I was still in panic mode up until I met the three girls I live with. I knew they are gonna be the things that make this place bearable. There was Skye the German, Lucy the Welsh and Shauna the Irish. Sounds like a bad joke right?

That first night I didn’t sleep well, the new strange noises of my surroundings preventing me from reaching the land of nod. The crickets, the dogs barking in the distance, the strange rustling coming from the bushes surrounding the house.
It is a very odd feeling to find yourself in the middle of nowhere with no one familiar to talk to but we change, we adapt, we evolve to deal with the curve balls that life throws at us and I for one was going to try and make the best out of this bizarre place I have found myself in.

The Australia Chronicles : Australia Zoo and The Rest Of The East Coast

After our hasty exit from Wooli we found ourselves on a greyhound coach to Brisbane with no idea what to do next.

Louise had decided that she didn’t want to go home right away but in two weeks time so she could finish our original plan to travel the rest of the east coast up to Cairns.

We spent our two days in beautiful Brisbane sitting by the lagoon and planing the rest of the trip. We bought a hop on hop off greyhound coach ticket, which I highly recommend because it was very good value and incredibly flexible, to Cairns and decided on the places we would stay.

Our route ended up like this:

Go to Australia Zoo from there catch the coach to Noosa and spend one night. Then it was on to Hervey Bay for two nights, Airlie Beach for two nights then Cairns for a week.

The Glass House Mountains as seen from the coach on the way to Australia Zoo

I have always been a massive Steve Irwin fan, I remember watching The Crocodile Hunter as a kid and knew I couldn’t pass up the chance to visit Australia Zoo and it did not disappoint. The Crocoseum show is a must do when visiting Australia Zoo, the trained native birds put on a spectacular show but best of all is obviously when the keepers are feeding the crocadiles.

Casually taking a cheetah for a walk
The Crocoseum show

As we didn’t really stay in any of the other places long enough they don’t really warrant a separate blog posts each but these are some of the sites we saw along the way.

On one of our overnight coach journeys we stopped at a roadhouse that is famous for this huge statue of a kangaroo called Matilda

The only picture I took in Noosa #hostellife

Hervey Bay
Cairns Lagoon

My biggest regret about doing the east coast is the fact we didn’t do any of the stuff people do the east coast for, we didnt go to Fraser Island or the Whitsundays or do anything to do with the Great Barrier Reef. Our focus was mainly just to get to Cairns so Louise could fly back home to the UK and I could fly to Darwin to start working.

The Australia Chronicles : Woofing in Wooli

After Melbourne we took a Firefly coach to Sydney. We spent two days there and I honestly have nothing to write about it at the moment because when we were there one of the biggest storms to hit Eastern Australia in years was in full swing and it didn’t stop hammering it down with rain the entire time we were there. ( I have since been back to Sydney and so will write about it later)

While in Sydney we got offered the chance via Gumtree to go woofing (working in exchange for accommodation instead of a wage) at the Solitary Islands Resort in a place called Wooli in New South Wales. A tiny little place with the sea on one side and a river on the other. In other words paradise!

We were told that for four hours work a day we would get free accommodation, free food, free alcohol, free wifi, use of a car, use of all the resort facilities including swimming pool, canoes and bikes.

We hopped on a train to Grafton and waited to be picked up by the guy who manages all the backpackers for the resort.

We had been waiting about 40minutes when this pick up truck pulls up beside us and an Aussie bloke says “are you the two Pom backpackers waiting for me?”

This bloke is Dave “The Cat” so called because he has nine lives apparently. This man was crushed between two lorries, broke his back and was told he would never walk again, he eventually had some groundbreaking new surgery that fixed the issue and how he has no problems with it. He had skin cancer and was told he only had 6 months to live only to be put on a drug trial and now be pretty much clear of cancer two years later. He was also once bitten by a shark! He showed us the scars on his leg.

Anyway Dave drove us the 40 minutes to Wooli, along dark country roads, at one point we saw lots of wild horses crossing the road to get away from flood water.

We arrived at the resort quite late at night, I have never seen a sky so clear and so full of stars it was awe inspiring . Dave gave us a quick tour of the site in his truck then took us to our beach hut to settle in the night.

We woke up the next day to the sounds of parrots in the trees and beautiful clear blue sky’s, a massive change to our last few days in a grey wet Sydney. We also met the other guys woofing there. There was Brad, an Aussie guy who works there to be closer to his son, and there were the two Germans, Jonas and Sebastian.

We were meant to start our “job” of painting a cabin that day but after seeing the state of the camp kitchen that we were meant to be using we decided to spend the day cleaning and organising that. It was a mammoth job that took about four hours but everyone was very pleased with our work. Jonas even said he would be happy to cook in it now.

We wanted to take a trip into Wooli itself so Brad offered to drive us down there. He acted as our tour guide and did a very bad job of it mainly because my friend Louise is very inquisitive, nosey and asks as many questions as a 5 year old, Brad got quite exasperated by this as he couldn’t answer most of her questions. We got to see the waterfall that had been created because of all the rain from the storm and the beautiful Wooli beach.

Eventually we headed back to the resort so we could make dinner for everyone. I say we, I chopped the veg and Louise cooked it all. We had Lamb chops that were more bone and gristle than meat and what I like to call “British style” veg meaning they were all terribly over cooked, not good.
A new girl, Rachael from York joined us that night so 7 of us and Coco (the restore owners parrot) all sat down to eat and drink. Coco ate most of the roast potatoes.

The three boys and Rachael carried on drinking when we headed back to chill in the beach hut for a while, Louise found lots of ants in her bed. We sprayed some bug spray and went back to join the other for a few drinks.
On our return to the beach hut there were even bigger ants in her bed! Now for a normal person that wouldn’t be that big a problem but for her it was. She has a massive phobia of bugs (I know, Australia was the wrong country to go to!) When I say massive phobia I mean it, she basically had a panic attack which included her slapping and scratching herself. It was pretty scary to watch and to try and calm her down. Eventually she got into the top bunk but couldn’t sleep, we stayed up talking and that’s when she decided that she wanted to go home, when we hadn’t even been in Australia 2 weeks! I think if she could of gotten on a plane to the U.K. then and there she would of. I told her to try and sleep on it and not make any rash decisions.

In the morning she had made up her mind, she wanted out of Wooli and out of Australia.

We went to find Dave to explain the situation, in tears she told him that she just can not stay another night here, thankfully he was sound with us, offering us a lift to the coach station and saying if we ever want to come back we can.

For one day and two nights I got to stay in paradise, experiencing the Australia I really want to see. Not the busy places that every backpacker goes to, I wanted to see off the beaten track places, the real Australia. Little did I know how true that wish was about to become.

The Australia Chronicles : Melbourne

On Melbourne summer mornings the green trams go rolling in stately progress down tunnels thick with leaves: the bright air carries along the avenue their patient chime, the chattering of their wheels” – Helen Garner

My first sight of Melbourne was from the plane as we were flying in to land and I knew it was love at first sight.

After leaving London at 10:35pm on the 25th of May and arriving, Via China, at 8:40am on the 27th of May 2016 (A total of 25 hours and 11215 miles) I think any sight that was not the inside of a plane was very welcomed but my initial thoughts on seeing Melbourne from the sky were very true and after visiting it again a year and a half later with my mum, it will always be one of my favourite cities in the world.

We stayed just on the edge of the city in a suburb called St Kilda formally known for prostitutes and druggies, it is now THE place for backpackers to stay, due to its transport links to the city and plenty of hip bars. We stayed in a hostel on Fitzroy street called The Ritz for backpackers, at first we were a bit overwhelmed and wary of the hostel and its inhabitants. We were both brand new to the whole backpacking thing and I was very anxious about everything. But looking back now it was definitely one of the better hostels we have stayed it even if the bar downstairs was very loud on the weekends. The fact that there was a tram stop right out was a huge bonus for getting around the city.

We were there for a week and definitely managed to cram a lot in.

On the first night thanks to a tip from my friend Angsty (a friend from the UK who lived in St Kilda for a while, You will here about him again because I ended up living with him in Christchurch, NZ.)

We went for a walk along St Kilda pier and saw the Penguins that live there. We arrived at dusk and found a spot on the deck away from other people, the air was filled with anticipation and the hidden Penguins calling to each other. Then suddenly one penguin takes the first brave step out from between the rocks right next to where we are standing. It is eventually joined by many more scattered amongst the rocks.

St Kilda is full of independent coffee shops, bar and resturants, it has a great little market on the esplanade on a Sunday, trees filled with bright coloured parrots and of course it has the historical amusement park with the creepy face on the entrance, Luna Park.

We spent one day wondering around the massive Queen Victoria Markets, a must see for anyone who likes shopping whether it’s for clothes, souvenirs or food. We invested in some warmer clothes because Melbourne is bloody freezing in June! We ate one of the best chocolate filled donuts I have ever had and sampled some warm sugar coated macadamias from a lovely stall holder who talked to us about Britain’s Got Talent.

Melbourne Zoo was another great day out. We got lost getting the tram there but that was all part of the adventure and it meant we got to see parts of the city we would never normally see. The orangutan a were my favourite animal there mainly because we could get so close, just a piece of glass separated us from three of these beautiful and playful creatures.

Another great thing to see/do is go for a walk around the botanical gardens then go up the Shrine Of Remembrance. As well as being a place to reflect on the sacrifices of our fallen soldiers it has a fantastic view over the city.

Melbourne is famous for its street art. Hosier Lane is the most famous place to see street art but I was also amazed by how you can just be walking through the city, look down an unassuming alley way in the business district and be faced with an incredible piece of art work. Below is a very small sample of my favourites.

Being the first city I landed in after embarking on this adventure, Melbourne will always have a special place in my heart, the fact that it is also just an awesome place to visit helps too.

After spending a week in Melbourne we then headed to Sydney….