Waking up in the campervan is not the closest you can be to nature, but when you draw back the curtains and gaze up at trees older than the history of the local people… Well, it is still impressive. Comfortable and impressive. And a brilliant start for our travels to Waitangi—the birthplace of New Zealand, the nation. Continue reading NZ: The Road To Waitangi
My travel holidays never feel like they have started until the first morning; When you slowly open your eyes and realise you’re in a new bed, a new location, a new world.
The fresh morning light gave us the first real opportunity to appreciate our campground selection—Port Albert Domain (read more in the previous post). B had parked in a brilliant position: good distance away from the public toilets and main driveway in; completely avoiding the horrible potholes; with the rear windows facing the ocean views (perfect as our first outlook for the day). It was a very quiet secluded campsite, with only three other campervans for company.
He started with, “Forty years ago, none of these houses were here.”
Then he paused, like he was lost in thought.
“I’d park the car here, and sleep in the back. Next morning, we’d all wake around 6am and take our boards down the hill to the surf.”
There are still some doing this today. Continue reading Coastal Roadtrips: Cabarita Beach
It’s long overdue but there is also a lot to cover. And to be totally honest – our first day was not our best, so it’s taken quite a bit to … Well, to sort of figure out the best approach.
And all because of a travel agent. Continue reading NZ: Landing On A Long White Cloud
Travel is not simply “business or pleasure” anymore. In fact, I don’t think it ever really was.
You have the standard motivations: travel for work or travel because you have the money to check out a place at your leisure. Then there are Family Trips– when you are using a holiday to visit family. Your level of enjoyment / relaxation is totally dependent on your relationship with family.
Somewhere in between is the travel you do for events – sporting, music, social. The type of travel where you are heading off to do something you love but it requires effort and work from you. Continue reading Umina: NSW Central Coast
When visitors ask for a tour around your hometown, do you cringe? Or do you jump at the opportunity to show off your favourite haunts?
We recently told all family and friends to forgo buying presents and toys; visit us instead. A certain level of responsibility comes when inviting people like this – you have to know where to take them and what to share with them. Continue reading Tourist In Your Own Town: Sydney, Australia
When travelling, you want to notice the differences between your hometown and your destination. That is the point of travelling – to see what else is out there, how it is different, and learn from it. It’s not a big deal. It’s just the way our world is set-up.
And others will notice how different you are too. And that’s okay. But what do you do when it becomes a little less okay? Or even a lot less okay…
And so we end our Borneo Adventures!
Our last day in KL is timed perfectly. Our flight is not until 10 pm, giving us the entire day to tick off some last items on the to-do list. Continue reading KL: One Last Hurrah
KL was the last leg of our Borneo Adventures. And if you think we were starting to ease off on the adventures, you would be grossly mistaken.
There is a lot to do both in and around KL. Most of it you can reach easily with public transport. Some of it you will need a driver or a bit more planning. In our case, with kids involved (and N still not liking the humidity) we opted with a driver for the “out of town” activities.
We have developed a ‘pattern’ to our travels.
Push it hard for most of the holiday. Live it a bit rough. Sometimes this means “jungle showers”, or dingy guesthouses, or even a tiny little studio apartment – just big enough to drop off the bags because we really are too busy running to the next adventure.
But dang – we like to finish on a high note. The last chance of true holiday leisure, to leave us high on the bliss of travel.