Hey there world. This is Sarah, and I'm here to tell you a little about my life and my adventures around the world. Let's start off with a little about me. I'm from Canberra, Australia and love it here (despite its somewhat unfairly given reputation as being snoreville packed with boring middle class public servants, which I guess it is technically, but in truth it's a brilliant blend of city and country and has a bursting coffee and cafe culture emerging over the past few years).
I am 23 years old, have a degree in philosophy and archaeology and am currently getting another in education. Philosophy was the thing I did for choice, something I love and was vastly interested in, so that is what I chose to study. This current degree is the one I am doing for a career, yes, I shall one day be a teacher. I'm working as a teachers assistant now at a disability school which is a colorful and ever changing but always hectic job. But it absolutely needs to be said, that to me a job is not your life, I work to live. And to me living is travel.
Of course I love all the things that happen at home too. I love my family, my mum who raised me on her own most of all and who is my usual travel partner. As a single mother - only child combo she is more a best friend then a mother, and because I was never a willfull, moody or misbehaving child (or teenager) we have a fantastic relationship and make great travel companions. And my grandfather who I'm very close to and my cousins who are in the same town as me at the moment for uni. Yay. I love my dog (Cub, a Shiba Inu puppy) the little monster that he is. And I love my friends. While I don't have as many as some I sure have some gooduns. I have terrible terrible terrible luck with men, so am slightly convinced that just through sheer chance alone I shall meet my soulmate on this next trip I am embarking on. Fingers crossed that he will not be from some remote and distant part of the world. Anyways, whatever will be will be.
I think it's important, That in getting to know me, you know a little about my previous travels. The first time I traveled overseas (in living memory, I went to Vanuatu when I was three but only have two memories of that) was when I was 14 and was selected as a member of an Australian team for horse riding. We went over to Fort Worth, Texas, USA and spent a month in Fort Worth, Texas, USA. That's right a whole month in the one place. Now at the time it was total amazement to me. I was so excited by this life in another country and amazed in the prospect of understanding another place and culture, that I remained completely oblivious to the severity of the bullying I was subjected to by my team mates and the lack of care the chaperones provided. But hey. America was amazing. I got to eat the food, walk the walk, shop the shop, and really really immerse myself in the crazy Texan life. Oh. And I got to play with a baby raccoon that someone had for a pet. :D
My next trip was when I was 16 and I accompanied my mother and her disabled school students on a trip to New Zealand. Now this was amazing. We booked a bus and a (horribly incompetent) driver who only broke one bus and only nearly killed us all twice as we trekked around the south island for a week and a half. We climbed a glacier, walked in forests, met a Nazgul, visited sets from the Lord Of The Rings, rode horses, I swear I saw a fairy, swam in stinky hot springs and generally laughed hysterically at crazy in-jokes.
The next trip was when I was 18, after (actually instead of) my year 12 graduation (and formal) my mother and I headed of the the good ol' US of A. We did LA first including a road trip up to Big Sur, the flew into Texas and spent a week driving around Texas, Oklahoma and Arkansas. Again, the place is mental. They are a truly different breed of people in that part of the world. Then San Diego where we stayed with a friends relatives and had a proper thanksgiving. From there we road tripped around the Navajo nation for another week and hit up Las Vegas (bat shit crazy that town is) and ended up in San Francisco. Flew up to Seattle caught a train to Chicago. Spent Christmas in Yellowstone and then flew on down to Washington DC. From there we drove around the New England area and ended up in NYC. Which was spectacular and spectacularly cold, I had never and have since never been so cold. My skin actually split and bled from the dry cold. But there is a reason most of the world is in love with NYC. After that we left for home, but not before thawing out for a while in Hawaii. Bliss. We saw more whales then we could count and saw dolphins riding the waves of breaching whales. Life changing.
The next trip was a week long simple hop to Vanuatu with a friend from high school and uni to scuba and to enjoy the beach. It was a great trip, the highlight of which was discovering the magical fucking art of scuba diving. The moment I tried it it was so clear that this was what I had been made for. A natural at balancing my buoyancy and totally confident (though sensible) my Piscean nature makes me a water baby and it's always been swimming under water that thrills me.
Of course I love all the things that happen at home too. I love my family, my mum who raised me on her own most of all and who is my usual travel partner. As a single mother - only child combo she is more a best friend then a mother, and because I was never a willfull, moody or misbehaving child (or teenager) we have a fantastic relationship and make great travel companions. And my grandfather who I'm very close to and my cousins who are in the same town as me at the moment for uni. Yay. I love my dog (Cub, a Shiba Inu puppy) the little monster that he is. And I love my friends. While I don't have as many as some I sure have some gooduns. I have terrible terrible terrible luck with men, so am slightly convinced that just through sheer chance alone I shall meet my soulmate on this next trip I am embarking on. Fingers crossed that he will not be from some remote and distant part of the world. Anyways, whatever will be will be.
I think it's important, That in getting to know me, you know a little about my previous travels. The first time I traveled overseas (in living memory, I went to Vanuatu when I was three but only have two memories of that) was when I was 14 and was selected as a member of an Australian team for horse riding. We went over to Fort Worth, Texas, USA and spent a month in Fort Worth, Texas, USA. That's right a whole month in the one place. Now at the time it was total amazement to me. I was so excited by this life in another country and amazed in the prospect of understanding another place and culture, that I remained completely oblivious to the severity of the bullying I was subjected to by my team mates and the lack of care the chaperones provided. But hey. America was amazing. I got to eat the food, walk the walk, shop the shop, and really really immerse myself in the crazy Texan life. Oh. And I got to play with a baby raccoon that someone had for a pet. :D
My next trip was when I was 16 and I accompanied my mother and her disabled school students on a trip to New Zealand. Now this was amazing. We booked a bus and a (horribly incompetent) driver who only broke one bus and only nearly killed us all twice as we trekked around the south island for a week and a half. We climbed a glacier, walked in forests, met a Nazgul, visited sets from the Lord Of The Rings, rode horses, I swear I saw a fairy, swam in stinky hot springs and generally laughed hysterically at crazy in-jokes.
The next trip was when I was 18, after (actually instead of) my year 12 graduation (and formal) my mother and I headed of the the good ol' US of A. We did LA first including a road trip up to Big Sur, the flew into Texas and spent a week driving around Texas, Oklahoma and Arkansas. Again, the place is mental. They are a truly different breed of people in that part of the world. Then San Diego where we stayed with a friends relatives and had a proper thanksgiving. From there we road tripped around the Navajo nation for another week and hit up Las Vegas (bat shit crazy that town is) and ended up in San Francisco. Flew up to Seattle caught a train to Chicago. Spent Christmas in Yellowstone and then flew on down to Washington DC. From there we drove around the New England area and ended up in NYC. Which was spectacular and spectacularly cold, I had never and have since never been so cold. My skin actually split and bled from the dry cold. But there is a reason most of the world is in love with NYC. After that we left for home, but not before thawing out for a while in Hawaii. Bliss. We saw more whales then we could count and saw dolphins riding the waves of breaching whales. Life changing.
The next trip was a week long simple hop to Vanuatu with a friend from high school and uni to scuba and to enjoy the beach. It was a great trip, the highlight of which was discovering the magical fucking art of scuba diving. The moment I tried it it was so clear that this was what I had been made for. A natural at balancing my buoyancy and totally confident (though sensible) my Piscean nature makes me a water baby and it's always been swimming under water that thrills me.
Next was the brief and only period of my life that I had a boyfriend, a short five months with a seven year older man, I was 19/20 he was 27. Anyway, he had a business trip to India for a conference and invited me along. India had never really been on my list, let alone my radar. However the moment I arrived, I was in love. With this beautiful, complex, delicious country. The class system was a tremendous shock and never something I will be able to get used to, but I could love the country despite it. To the point I could see myself living there. More the I could in most of the US even. My short week there was not enough, but enough for me to know for a fact that I will be back.
After that, me freshly broken up, my mother fresh out of a court case as a witness (against a colleague) and another friend fresh after discovering a pretty bad medical issue (the walking wounded) all set off to Canada and Alaska. "The USA again!?!?" you might ask. But hey, it's a pretty great place. We hit up Japan on the way as a stop over 24 Hours. Amaze balls. And then a brief few days in Vancouver. Be still my aching hart, what a city! I wanted to move there. And hopped a cruise up the inside passage of Alaska. After a few days cruising I was hooked. It sounds lame, but take my word for it. It's brilliant. Then we road tripped around Alaska for two weeks, our friend Nathan headed home and my mum and I, flew up to Barrow above the Arctic Circle and saw wild polar bears and Inuet hunting and butchering seals. Then to Brooks Falls where you watch brown bears catching salmon on he water falls. We saw a full on bear fight, I shit you not. Lost our passports. Had to go to the consulate in NYC. Had the fear of god put into us (I cried in my interview, thinking I'd never be allowed to travel again), were issued emergency passports and made the most of NyC while we were there. Then in the way home we had a week in Tokyo and had a blast.
The next trip I delighted in, was a two month long epic trip around Britain, Ireland and Europe with my mum. We begun by road tripping the UK, I cried at Stonehenge and Culloden, wondered a Bath and York and fell absolutely in love with Edinburgh. Then we road tripped Ireland, flew to Zurich, Switzerland, trained to Venice. Then to Rome and cruised from there to Crete, Sicily, Athens (oh my heart, I loved this place) and Turkey and back to Rome. A quick hop to Paris, great but full of Parisians :p and finished it all off with a few days in London.
After much prodding and pretty unsubtle nagging we managed to convince my 87year old grandfather to come on a cruise. Out of Sydney Harbour, we zipped all the way around New Zealand and back to Sydney in 16 days. It was fantastic fun and I made some great friends. Now we have a system of bribery to make sure he keeps on living. Each year we cruise and book one for the next year while on board so we can make sure he doesn't go and die on us. :p good system.
After that I spent a month with three of my best girlfriends in the states again. We started out in Orlando Florida, for HARRY POTTER WORLD :D, then Miami for redunculous party nights, a week long cruise to Puerto Rico, Haiti and Saint Maarten, then to cray cray Vegas and topped it off in LA.
Four months after that my mum and I set off for Africa. We road tripped from
Cape Town to Johannesburg and did a bunch of safaris in South Africa, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Botswana and Namibia. We saw some things I never I though I would. Spotted the Big 5. Saw a lion kill, hyenas, cheetahs eating a kill, rhinos, a leopard, a honey badger, a civet, rode elephants, road an ostrich and so much more. I have a blog about this trip, you should really check it out. :)
As promised, the next December, we hauled my grandfather off for another drink fueled cruse, this time to Vanuatu and New Caledonia. Again, a spectacular time was had by all.
So finally, phew that took longer than I intended, to the trip at hand and the purpose for this blog.
So to the trip. This year, in about a months time from now I shall be jumping on a plane and jet setting off to wonderful wonderful Copenhagen, laden with a giant backpack and as few other possession as possible so as to save my back. I have a Eurail pass and my first two nights booked at a hostel, and a Eurostar ticket to get to London four days before I fly home from there. The rest is up to spontaneity and the fates. My plan is to hit Hamburg, Berlin, Prague, Budapest, maybe Bratislava, Vienna (and the Spanish riding school), Brussels and a day trip to Bruges where I dearly hope they are "filming midgets" ,possible Amsterdam and of course London. I'm interstellar in seeing some of the classic tourist hot spots, but honestly more in strolling the old towns and eating the local food and drinking the local beer. I expect I shall be doing a bit of that last. The beer that is. And of meeting new friends in the hostels. I will be going totally alone and leaving it all up to chance. There is something tremendously special about friends you meet overseas, even if you never see each other again there is always good ol' Facebook. :)
Anyway, I am stupidly excited, despite it being a whole month away and am in denial about all the real world responsibilities I have, such as finishing up uni. Thus this huge procrastination tonight of writing up all this crap. I do intend to blog my trip when I can, but I might even preface this with the odd planning and packing post.
What this blog should end up being is a bit of a journal so my friends and family can keep up with what I'm doing. A bit if a guide to wins and mistakes, a bit of a social/philosophical observation, a true tale of the ups and downs (though I do tend to take the downs as examples of hilarity and good story's to tell) but most of all this is for me, something for me to look back on in the many years to come and remember everything in vivid detail.
Anyway, if you are out there looking, I hope you get a sample of the fun I hope to have, living this story reading it as I go.
I should really think if a catchphrase. Talk soon.
Ps. Screw the typos, I don't care. :p
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