Suitcase or Backpack? 🎒

So we have quite a while until our next big trip. We have hard-shell suitcases which are great for protecting our belongings and they’re really not too hard to transport. After all – G has pushed them all through San Fran, Sydney, Auckland, New York and Queenstown haha 😂- but we are wondering, should we get backpacks for our next trip?

We are going to smaller places. Probably with less pavements, more stairs and rockier roads. Is it worth investing in a backpack? What’s the best kind? 

It’s only for moving our stuff, we aren’t camping and we aren’t hiking to our destinations. 

We both already have Day packs – Black Wolf Fury 30L and Tsunami 35L – so they’re great for during the day. We just aren’t sure about our actual travel luggage. 

Any suggestions? Do you use a suitcase or a backpack? 



So now we wait….and save…!

Happy Tuesday!

First of all – thank you to each and every one of you who continue to read, like and comment on my posts. To be honest I started this because my wrist hurt from writing in travel diaries. I am absolutely blown away that other people are reading and interacting on my posts. Thank you so much! I love reading your posts as well – this is such a nice community to do it in. 

For those of you following my Instagram as well, thank you! It has been the most amazing little project for me. 

As for projects, they will now be my source of entertainment and social interaction, because…..*drum roll please*….


We are flying with Cathay Pacific in September/October next year. Sure – that does seem far away, but it really isn’t! Have you flown Cathay?

I can’t wait to continue to share our adventures from past and present. 

Have a wonderful day, tell me – where is your next adventure to?


It’s locked in!

Happy Fri-yay! What a week it’s been – how did you go?! Here is a cute little flower from Peru to start your morning!

Today is pretty exciting, because today – we are booking our flights to London for our trip next year!!!

Initially we had planned on flying on Qantas’ new Dreamliner from Perth to London direct, but seeing as we live on the East coast of Australia – the price for the flights were a bit much. So my wonderful gf found sale flights with Cathay Pacific – via Hong Kong. Have you flown with CP? Are they okay?

We still have 10.5 months until the trip but I have a feeling it is absolutely going to fly past!

So today we book our flights, our deposit on our Hurtigruten adventure has been paid and this is really coming together!

Have a wonderful Friday!


It’s not wrong, just different ;) – Europe edition.

When you travel overseas, you are bound to come across / visualise / be involved in certain situations which are just not in-line with your own cultural expectations. For me, it’s probably the staring by other people, line-cutters, people who spit in the street, people who don’t say please/thank-you to their servers – oh and pushing. Physically being pushed aside by randoms. They are what gets my goat and tend not to be the ones that make me laugh (can hold a grudge, just sayin’ ;)).

In saying that,  have been thinking about some of the more ridiculous scenarios which I have to share. Just remember – in the wise words of almost every tour guide I’ve ever had ‘it’s not wrong, just different’.

London – When I first flew to London, I had no idea the room I had booked was a share room with other travellers (oh the naivety of a 23 year old travelling solo). My plane had landed quite late at night, so when I finally got into my room and instinctively went to the bed – I ended up on top of this lovely Canadian girl, who surprisingly handled the entire situation better than I would have myself! On the other hand – my girlfriend ended up sharing a room with someone who had night-terrors and woke her up screaming and bashing against the glass window – several floor above the ground. I think I probably won that room arrangement?

Paris – We stayed in a super cute little hotel on the far outskirts of Paris – lugging our suitcases up several flights of stairs we made it to our cute little rooms. I wish I could remember what that place was called. Anyway, in the middle of the night we had a phone call to our room with someone offering us ‘sexy’. We would just hang up. This happened probably 6 or 7 times during the night. It was horrifying. We even tried to call the reception area to report the problem (they were always engaged though). The next morning, my roommate and I didn’t really want to tell anyone else what had happened. But as we looked around the breakfast room, it became painfully apparent that we weren’t alone. Almost every room with our group staying in it had received the late night ‘sexy’ phone calls. Oh, and back to the naive 23 year old thing, one guy in our group said ‘Yeah I got the first call, then I took the phone off the hook’. Yep. We also should have done that. Oh – and it was established it was actually the receptionist who had been doing it.

Italy – On our trip we visited Rome, Florence and Venice. In Rome we had a pretty difficult time trying to order garlic bread (because in your early 20’s what do you even know about food?!). In the end we somehow ended up with a baguette smeared with crushed garlic. A girl in our group ate it because she didn’t want to be rude. Also we somehow paid over $30 for a coffee – to sit outside? In Venice we stayed in a really odd-ball hotel, with a really, really strange owner. Who gave us lettuce with brown sauce for dinner and breakfast was coca-cola and some cakes. The weirdest part might have been his courtyard in the back with strobe lights – worlds weirdest disco. He also put a different outfit on to be the ‘DJ/Bartender’ for the night. Not a single drink was the same price as the last but we were literally isolated – at least 20km from any other place. That was weird.

Florence took the cake though – First up we boarded our bus ready for our long journey from Nicé up to Florence, when we stopped at a truck stop to use the bathrooms. There was this massive line. The toilet attendant, walked to the back of the line – took my hand – pulled me past the 15 girls waiting, opened up a cubicle – led me in there (he didn’t come into the cubicle), then stood guard outside the toilet stall and sung to himself. He also clapped when I left. I don’t think I’ll ever work out what the hell that was about, but I did get to use the toilet first – so small win. I left the ‘disco’ early and caught a taxi back to the hotel. The taxi driver was absolutely hammering down the road, but kept turning back to tell me how ‘golden angel’ I was (nice compliment, but could you please watch the road when you are driving?) and demanded to know if it was my Mother who gave me my beauty, or my Father?

Amsterdam – Do I need to explain this in great detail? Probably not, so I will keep it short. First of all, we stayed in a giant blue lego looking hotel – so that was intense. Secondly, we ended up in a ‘grown-up’ coffee shop and someone in our tour group completely wiped themselves out. A few of the boys in our tour group went missing in the red-light district and our bus driver ended up dressed like a giant gorilla terrorising people on stage at a ‘cultural show’. I’ll keep this PG and just leave Amsterdam there but I can assure you, it may have been the weirdest place I have ever been to.

But hey, maybe we were the weirdo’s all along? 😉

Tell me, what is the most ‘unique’ travelling experience you have had, which left you outside of your comfort zone?

C x

Learning a new language after 30, is it possible?

languagesMy husband and I are both Australian, the closest we have to any understanding of other languages would be the thick accent my Irish FIL speaks in and of course any basic Spanish attempts I made when I was in South America, or the very basic French used in France, French Canada and New Caledonia. Which I can confirm did not go beyond “hello” “yes” “no” “no more” “stop” “how much” “thank you” and “cheese” (not a joke – cheese is life).

So with our incredible holiday next year being planned and including France, Copenhagen, the Faroe Islands and Norway – we really need to devise some kind of plan here. I did minimal French in early high school and G did Italian but so far the phrases we both seem to remember from school is “Pardonnez-moi” and “apri la porta” (excuse me and open the door, respectively).

Where do we start? Where do two Australians, in their 30’s start to learn a new language? I am well aware that Scandinavian’s are likely to have a better handle on English than most Australian’s, but still – we want to make the effort. We want to try and we don’t really want to be laughed at or be mistaken as ignorant travellers, not having a go at the local language!

language 2We have bought our Lonely Planet translation guide, we’ve downloaded apps to our phones and we are ready to give this everything we’ve got. Do we switch it up? Do I focus on French and Norwegian and G learns Danish and Norwegian? Meeting somewhere in the middle? Apparently Danish and Norwegian are virtually identical, so that’s good! French is its own beast and of course it’s all well and good to learn another language, but after my dismal attempts at Spanish – once I got to South America and saw how quickly everyone was speaking it – I pretty much gave up!

Have you learned another language later in life? What are your tips? Did you learn online, with audio, books or in person with a tutor? Do we just learn the basics? Our greetings, our please and thank-you’s?

When a tourist stops you in the street and communicates with you and English is clearly not their first language, how do you help them? Do you help them? Share with us your tips and tricks!

C x