Visiting Australia means long-haul hell. Traveling there often adds up to 30+ hours in transit each way, door to door, and you spend most of that time in a tin can at 30,000 feet. Sounds boring and uncomfortable? That’s because it is. Here’s what I do to survive it.
From Melbourne we headed up to Benela to stay with Dan’s uncle for the night in this small country town, before driving up to Canberra for the big surprise, and the point of our whole visit: his mum’s 60th birthday surprise party.
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Our trip to Melbourne was loaded with visual stimuli. Like I mentioned, street art is omnipresent and it’s obvious that the whole city has a keen appreciation for arts and culture. Besides exploring all the lanes and back alleys in the CBD, we also spent one afternoon and another whole morning at the National Galleries of Victoria, first exploring the permanent section and then returning for the Andy Warhol and Ai Weiwei exhibit too. Read on »
What day is it even, right now back home? Wednesday? The jet lag is mostly gone, but I’m still working on my sixth sense for a world clock… You’re something like 11 hours behind us right now, and it’s making things like regular medication, Skype calls and blog scheduling very difficult slash confusing.
I’m now three days into the Melbourne leg of the trip. Read on »
Two runs this week. Read on »
The past weeks flew by in a blur – my posting frequency totally reflects this. It’s been a mad five weeks since getting back from Spain, to get everything sorted and ready for my next big trip, starting tomorrow, to… Australia!!! Read on »