I've always felt like maybe if I was wearing contacts instead of glasses people might automatically perceive me as less annoying.
It's seriously like a bedroom for ants. Incy wincy spiders would love it in here. Stuart Little should move in.
They both knew something was up when I was saying goodbye, they got really weird and quiet and tried to follow me. I'm tearing up just writing about it.
I'm feeling really emotional today. And it's not because I have my periods. At lunch I went to listen to a free talk being put on for National Refugee Week, by Women for Refugee Women.
I woke up today and I was 30. There's a big three now kicking back where a nice youthful two once stood. It's a bit weird and I feel different. Like hairier or something.
When I got back to work and announced I'd just been stoned in Amsterdam for two days there was an awkward silence that made me think my 'Show & Tell' wasn't appropriate.
I love Moroccan seasoning and chickpeas and everything, but I guess I’ve never known enough about the culture or the country to feel that enticed to visit.
I'm not scared, I'm just bored. Tired of having no one to share the experience with and totally over selfies.
Lebanon "has the most religiously diverse society of all states within the Middle East". So alcohol isn't forbidden and the nightlife is boomin'.
On top of the nightlife seeming like nothing more than stale naan, I also didn't feel like doing much because I was tremendously sad pants.
Choking and speaking in tongues. Well, obviously it sounded like tongues to me. I suppose it was just her native language.
A perfect example of why I think India is a stupid idiot combined with an adorable little sweetheart...
It's actually crazy considering how up in arms we are about hygiene, yet we wipe our butts with tissue??
I wasn't in the head space to be around such disadvantage. Being a privileged traveller in areas of poverty has always torn at me, but today was particularly bad.
Following my last post about being emotional and sad and heartbroken.
I was sure the universe was telling me not to go and I’m still kind of sure the universe was telling me not to go.
There's a bit of a stereotype about people who don't travel. The stereotype says they're uncultured One Nation supporters who go around calling Australia "the best country in the world."
"Busabout is looking for two travel addicts to send on the trip of a lifetime!"
I hate when you wake each morning and have to remember they didn't sleep next to you, and won't be there tomorrow either. But they were here just last week, how can this be?
There are simple ways to attract opportunity by telling the comfort zone to go screw itself in boring missionary position.
My itchy feet have nothing to do with the tinea in hostel showers, it's caused by the tickling angst of wasted opportunity.
I decided I would spend a week trying not to be a judgemental asshole.
Once upon a time I went to Manila and went into Ringside Bar, a bar in Makati, because the sign outside said "Midget Boxing & Girl Dancers" and that allured me.
When you're thinking too far into the future about what you want to happen, you're always waiting. And if you've ever stood in a line, you'll agree that waiting is boooooring.
Marco the street vendor gave up on trying to sell me Viagra and made it very clear that he could supply me with anything.
Cockfighting has been going on in the world for around 6000 years, so regardless of whether I went or not, it's still going to happen. It is a downer, I agree and I don't agree with it.