The very last trip – the train from Cobourg to Toronto
Eleven and a half months to travel from Toronto to Tasmania, and two weeks to get back home. Every great journey has an end, and we boarded the plane that pointed towards home with a mixture of sadness and exhilaration.
But the world was not done with us yet. There was still a week of exploring the Big Island in Hawaii ahead of us, and after a year of dodging disasters such as earthquakes, floods, and heatwaves, it seemed we might have to deal with a rare Hawaiian hurricane. Continue reading
As we zig-zagged our way down the Australian east coast, we stayed with many wonderful people along the way – most of them through Servas (an organization we can’t say enough about!). This is a little photo gallery of the people and places we stayed as our way of saying thanks for sharing your homes and showing us your part of Australia. Continue reading
The oil drop ride: good, clean fun with a message
Originally published in Alternatives Journal Online.
You learn some interesting things in a year of travel.
Kuala Lumpur is a striking, bustling city of 1.5 million with a transit system of six light rail lines that span across the city. The twin Petronas Towers are the city’s signature landmark, reminiscent of the Burj Khalifa in Dubai. The gleaming shopping centre below houses the Petrosains Discovery Centre.
A science centre funded by an oil company –– this we had to see. Continue reading
Sixty years ago, my parents traveled by boat from England to Tasmania. It took six weeks. It took us eleven and a half months on our travels, but we finally have arrived back where I was born. It’s been 49 years since I left Tasmania as an eight year old child, and in many ways the place hasn’t changed a bit. You still walk down the steps off the plane and cross the tarmac into a tiny airport. Continue reading
You really have to love an accent that can rhyme “Australia” with “failure”. Continue reading