An Afternoon in Ghent

The original plan with my trip to Europe was to travel to Amsterdam, do what people tend to do when they are in Amsterdam, and then jump on a plane and fly to Istanbul to explore some of the coastal ruins, as well as paying a visit to Gallipolli (something that many Australians like to do, though it has been suggested that the one time you don’t go to Gallipolli is on ANZAC day because, well, the place becomes ridiculously crowded). Well, unfortunately, that didn’t happen, one of the reasons being that my Mum was dead against me taking my brother to Turkey (though she didn’t seem to have a problem with me taking him to Thailand and Cambodia – go figure). … More An Afternoon in Ghent

The Museum of Singapore

Honestly, why I though that a museum that had the name ‘The Singapore Museum’ would be a natural history museum is beyond me. One thing that I have discovered in my travels is that if you wander into a museum that has the name of the city that it is located in at the front (or at the end with the article ‘of’ between the name of the city and the word ‘museum’) then it is going to be about the city, not a building full of stuffed animals and dinosaur skeletons. … More The Museum of Singapore

The Rocks – Australia’s First Suburb

While the Australian Museum of Contemporary Art may draw our attention to the psyche of the Modern Australian culture, the Rocks celebrates our colonial history. The Rocks was where the colony was first established, and in many cases has retained its original form; well to an extent since somebody decided, in their infinite wisdom, to build a freeway through the middle. … More The Rocks – Australia’s First Suburb

Wave to the Rock

I remember a book that my Dad had on the shelf when I was a kid. I’m not entirely sure if it is still there, but if it is it would be on the verge of falling apart. Anyway, the book was about Australia, or more specifically about the natural wonders that you can find scattered across the continent. Anyway, on the cover of this book was a rock that was shaped like a wave, and that rock had been sticking in my mind for quite a while. … More Wave to the Rock

Out in Ararat

Ararat was one of those towns that we would regularly pass through on our road trips to Melbourne. Mind you, passing through simply meant skirting the city since the highway didn’t head down the main street, and off towards the mountains that marked the road to Melbourne. … More Out in Ararat

Fortress Luxembourg

Actually, I’m not entirely all that sure why I decided to visit Luxembourg – maybe it was because I wanted to go for a drive through as many countries as possible, and the part of Europe I was in I figured that I could make that five. When I was previously in Europe, I had managed to pass through four countries in a day – Germany, France, Switzerland, and Italy, however this time I wanted to add an extra country to my record, and this time I did manged to do five (though only just – it was 11:00 pm when we crossed the border into Luxembourg). … More Fortress Luxembourg

Miles to Melaka

During my time at University, as well as my extensive reading, I have encountered Malacca more times than not, yet while the place would sit in my mind, it seemed to be one of the mysterious places which didn’t have a definite location. This is a little odd since for quite a while it was … More Miles to Melaka

Freezing in Freo

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged about a place in my own country, and though it has been almost a year since I went to Perth, it probably won’t hurt for me to revisit one of the world’s most remote cities, in particular its famous port of Fremantle. … More Freezing in Freo

Village of Azincourt

In a way there is probably not that much that would set Azincourt apart from the multitude of small villages scattered across the French countryside, and probably even less of a reason why anybody would take their time turning off their journey to pass through it (let along getting stuck behind a combine harvester), except for one thing – around six hundred years a lot of French blood was spilt on the fields thereabout. … More Village of Azincourt