i made the foolish decision to become vulnerable around a boy. to take a risk by taking down the walls, to take no fear in falling for him. and just as i stumbled, overcome with emotion, i get my heartbroken before anything really began. as any girl would do when her heart is fluttering uncontrollably, i pushed for…
anzac day.
anzac = australia & new zealand army corps anzac day is a national holiday that marks the corps attack at gallipoli, turkey on april 25, 1915. in an effort to rally against turkey’s support of germany in world ward i the corps withdrew 8 months later after 8500 are killed (reference: the little book of australia by david dale, 2010)….
some of my favourite things.
it has been over a month since i landed down under. so, here are some of my favourite things thus far: the greeting “how you going?” to me, it sounds like such a sincere hello. australian’s have this ridiculous eclectic and rustic beauty to them. how isolated this country is from the rest of the…
koalas and kangas.
i was really excited about today’s activity: my own personal field trip to lone pine, the largest koal sanctuary in the world. tremendously excited to finally see two of australia’s famous wildlife – koalas and kangaroos – i was also heartbroken and frustrated to see the marsoupials caged up in some areas (i have always…
endpoint: east coast excursion’s final destination.
brisbane. my final destination before heading back to melbourne where reality is waiting for me. perhaps i will get lost on my way? 16 days. i’ve seen a lot and met some fascinating (and interesting) people. it’s been part peaceful and part party. two weeks isn’t necessarily a long time but when you are seeking clarity…
from byron to brissy: disappointment in paradise and the traveling grannies.
perhaps the best town name ever: coolangatta. the first of many this haven of a beach town gives visual justification why a big part of queensland is dubbed the sunshine coast. the irony of surfer’s paradise: yes, it is the name of a town. and you’d think that it would be this bohemian village on…
a boy named dane.
during my travels this afternoon, i met an aussie named dane. while sitting on the beach enjoying a cider, he strolled by and asked if he could sit down. before i could reply he just sat down and introduced himself. he asked me if i was canadian to which i replied, yes. i enquired as…
more byron beauty.
spending the morning browsing the byron storefronts followed with tanning on main beach with two ‘surf hipsters’ (self-proclaimed of course) i’m learning about a couple more quirks that make this hangout so unique: barista wish you a “beautiful, groovy day”…women walk around braless and topless…more poeple commute on surf boards, skateboards and bikes than by feet or cars……
surf lessons.
so i can’t come to byron and not take surf lessons. why i have never done this before, i don’t know. but the moment i roped the board to my ankle and jumped my first wave, i was hooked. i learned how to paddle, mount my board and stand up. once i got over the excitement of surviving a wave i soon found myself…
byron bay.
i haven’t been to too many places in the world but i think that byron may very well be on of my favourites. marked by jonson street – a retro old fashion main drag – and a style that has a bohemian-surfer influence, the town i populated with expats, backpackers, aussie surfers and people who called this nook home for their…
static confusion. 