Caz and Craig have been traveling and living around the world since 1997.
“Excuse me ladies and gentlemen. This is your captain speaking. We will be making our final descent in to LA. Cabin crew please prepare for landing” After 17 hours trying to get from Raleigh to LA on standby flights, I am so relieved to hear the captain heralding the end of our horrendous journey. It is not all that is coming to an end. Our time in the US is
This ‘Sunrise over Mt Bromo in Java, Indonesia’ travel story is part of my Journal Extracts series. These are stories taken from my travel journals that span across 14 years of travel. Bear in mind that I do edit and clean up each post a little. The alarm burst into its ear-piercing screech at 2:30am. Irritated, I groaned and turned to go back to sleep before remembering where we were
Every now and then I include an extract from my travel journals. Today’s extract is from my time working at Pas Paley Pearl Farms in Kuri Bay, Western Australia. Craig and I were only new to Kuri and we had spent the two days previous to the journal extract on land preparing camp and the cyclone shelters for the arrival of Cyclone Faye. We were not allowed to go out
Each week, I will be featuring a short journal extract from my years of living and traveling around the world. I have been using these journals a lot lately to help plug in some gaps with my writings. What a joy it is to go back and rediscover the many gifts travel has given to me. This week’s travel journal extract is an incident in Rome I forgot about and
To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward. Margaret Fairless Barber, The Roadmender Several months ago, I started sharing extracts from journals I have kept from my many years traveling. It is time I took these posts up again and breathe life once more into the memories stored between the
To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward. Margaret Fairless Barber,The Roadmender Piled on my bookshelves lies a stack of travel journals, filled with memories of over 10 years travel. Now that I’ve finally gathered the courage to write a book on my beautiful life, I’m finding myself shuffling through
