The Sunday Stories

We arrived in Surfer's Paradise on Sunday afternoon, our hostel - Sleeping Inn, was like a little apartment with two bedrooms, a bathroom, a small kitchen and a small living room. This was really nice because it made a change from the usual hostel setting. It wasn't the most modern, or the cleanest ... Read More

At 10pm on Sunday evening I embarked on my first overnight Greyhound coach experience. Ugh. The seats were leather so my bum was constantly slipping off the seat, plus my internal moral battle with animal cruelty was having it out for a good...few minutes. The journey took 7 hours and I managed to ... Read More

At around the 13th or 14th hour of sitting in a tin in the sky I realised what the nervous energy I kept feeling was. When I left my parents at security; tired, sad and maybe a little scared I didn't really manage to settle down until a few hours into the first leg of the journey but that odd, ... Read More