Fear is a funny thing, we all feel it, but rarely talk about it. It’s not popular or exciting to say that you are afraid, that you are anxious; instead, we are expected to hold it in, pretend we don’t feel it, put on a smile and tell the world everything’s fine – all while… Read More Anxiety at Sea
How old is too old for hostels? It’s an oft debated question and you’ll see a gamut of answers online, from those embracing the 60 something crowd to those who feel that shared accommodation is the purview of the fresh out of high school. Personally, I think staying in hostels is more a matter of… Read More Too Old for Hostels?
A rooster’s sharp caw breaks through my dreams and soon I am awake, mulling over how best to murder said rooster. I grumble as I squint my eyes in the early morning light, the sun hasn’t even risen yet. The rooster keeps at it. This rooster must be faulty, or sadistic, I decide as I… Read More Racing the Rain with Hari’s Horses on Ometepe Island, Nicaragua
In the old days traveling halfway around the world would take months, years even in the age before steam, the age of sail when fickle winds and tempestuous seas dictated the whims of adventures worldwide. Back then, you did not come and go from long distances, unless you were a sailor and even then few… Read More Travel Privilege: The Joys of Long Haul Flying
Kane and I left the last house that we lived full time at in late October 2021. That means that for nine months we have been nomads, bouncing between family’s homes, friend’s homes, hotels, other people’s boats, and more. I say we are nomads, because this lifestyle is chosen, whereas the Australian government would actually… Read More Nine Months as Nomads
It has been ten days since Kane and I returned from Malaysia and I think I’ve let my complicated thoughts and feelings percolate enough to put fingers to keyboard and write some musings on our time in this complex country. When we booked our flights to Kuala Lumpur (KL), I really knew nothing about Malaysia.… Read More Musings on Malaysia
There’s an old sailor’s saying that sailing plans are written in the sand at low tide and it is proving to be very true indeed. See, Kane and I are not on a boat and I am writing this from the kitchen table in the home of our very patient friends on the Sunshine Coast… Read More The Changing Tides of Changing Plans
As some of you may have noticed this blog has gone quiet over the past three years and properly silent over the past year and a half, but as of today that changes. See, there’s an adventure afoot and now I’ve got things to write about again. Kane and I are back in the USA… Read More Sailing into the Future
Sunlight glints off the surface of a tranquil lagoon, its glassy surface the most pure of turquoise, except for the ubiquitous dark patches that hide a cornucopia of life just below. Spangled emperors, flamboyant parrots, boisterous damsels…the fish here are a sight to behold. Snorkelling the inner reef of the Ningaloo is a lot like… Read More An Ode to the Ningaloo
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow The Christmas season is upon us and I’m feeling…not so Christmas-y. You see this will be the first Christmas I have ever spent away from my hometown… Read More Christmas in Australia: Decking the Halls with…Eucalyptus?