It’s been two years since I lived in St. Kilda, the sunny seaside suburb of Melbourne, and lately I’ve been reminiscing about how perfect it is and how lucky I was to be there.
For some reason, at the time, I didn’t appreciate how amazing it was. Probably due a mix of being travel-weary and financially fucked. Yep, adventuring can be stressful sometimes.
As you know, I’m all for solo adventures, so today I thought I’d share a few snaps from my Tasmanian mini break at the beginning of last year.
This little trip to Hobart really rejuvenated me and it was a great way to escape the sweaty Melbourne summer for cooler, more relaxed climes. It was only an hour away by plane too, so if you’re in Melbourne there’s no excuse not to visit.
I stayed at the Pickled Frog Backpackers in Hobart, which is the the best hostel around and highly recommended. Particularly if you like huskies, which let’s face it, who doesn’t? Read More
When I first arrived in Cairns, I wasn’t really sure what to think. I was new to Australia and just assumed it would look like something out of Home and Away or Neighbours. Spoiler: it didn’t.
Although come to think of it, my minibus driver did remind me a bit of Alf Roberts. Does that count?
Once I’d got over the initial confusion though, I quickly realised that Cairns was a pretty great place to start my Aussie adventure. It was chilled out, tropical and in close proximity to the Great Barrier Reef and loads of other cool shit.
What more could you want?