It’s funny how expectations can completely alter your judgement about a travel experience, especially a luxury travel experience. Now that it is 2018 and I’m almost 27 years old, I have finally accepted some level of adulthood (probably because for once in my life I can afford it). I decided to kick the year off…
Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I closed the hatchback of my Subaru. The time had come. In the driver’s seat, I pulled out my graffiti-covered map of the coast: all the best and potential surf breaks I’d encounter marked out in an eclectic mix of symbols. I had one month and the plan was…
As you may recall, earlier this year I smashed my March blogging challenge. For the entire duration of March I blogged every single day and loved every minute. With my blogging cup overflowing with creative juices I vowed I would continue blogging regularly and keep you all up to date with all my shenanigans. But…
Quite frankly I’m struggling. For the last month I have been stuck indoors nursing my injuries after dislocating my knee on the Gold Coast. I’ve tried everything to stay entertained. I’ve made a peacock costume, devoured my pile of “to read” books, had productive days working on my copywriting business as well as submitting travel articles left right…
It was time… my third “last” last wave came to an end and my stomach was begging for breakfast. Chatting to a friend as I passed her on her way a bomb came out of nowhere. With no time to turn my board around and duck dive, and knowing my friend was on a 9”…
