When deciding on the trip to Morocco, one of the attractive features was that, despite being super dooper laid back and being able to do lots of yoga, we also got to travel around a bit. So the following day (Saturday I think) after our morning yoga session and chilling out over breakfast, it was into a mini bus and off to Sidi Kaouki. Now Sidi Kaouki is definitely off the beaten track, while still only 27kms from Essaouira, which was to be our next port of call. In fact my Lonely Planet guide for Morocco - yes, nerd alert! - [View Full Entry]

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Rest, relaxation, sanity. Ever elusive, a glimpse vanishing around a corner. Solution? Yoga. But how to stay true to the travel mission? And, let's face it, self motivation is not at an all time high and me doing a head stand without parental guidance isn't a good plan. Saviour: Yoga holiday. Location: Morocco. After waiting by the phone for the recruitment companies to call, I gave myself a deadline. If I didn't hear from them by Wednesday, that was it, I was off. So, the research began, the beloved credit card burning a hole in my purse. And, with the deadline [View Full Entry]

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It is funny how it is the little things that make you realise that you aren't at home. Like, a few days ago I realised that this was it, this was summer in England, well almost, apparently it isn't officially summer until this Saturday, 21st June, I thought it was the start of the month like at home. For some reason I kept thinking that it was spring, perhaps because I had been enjoying seeing the trees emerging from winter, everything growing green, flowers popping up to say hello. Which, when coming from a country where most of the trees aren't [View Full Entry]

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Sometimes I wonder what the hell I'm doing. Ok, make that most of the time. But that begs the question, does anyone know what the hell is going on? Every day we make little decisions or end up in seemingly meaningless situations that impact on our entire lives. For instance, my Nan told me about a friend she has who was sitting in an airport, waiting for a plane and she was knitting. She accidently dropped her ball of wool and it rolled across the departure lounge to this man who kindly returned it to her. They are now married. And [View Full Entry]

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Sssshhhh! Got to whisper....I'm at work! Yup, working again after three months off. Despite the time off, I'm still having to stop myself from answering the phone with "Prospective Students' Centre, Danielle speaking". Brainwashed or what? It's Thursday afternoon, about 4.45pm and I technically have to work until 5.30pm. But I have nothing to do. Done it all. My theories about HR have been confirmed. They are so not as busy as PSAC! But I digress, this is a travel blog... Things that are different about working in London - - Travelling - I have to jam myself onto the train [View Full Entry]

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So, short and sweet, here is the latest... I have been looking for work here in the UK, just something temporary so that I can earn some pounds and keep myself fed and housed and maybe have some money for some more travel too. So, I have signed up with a number of recruitment agencies, 2 in London and a couple down in Canterbury and the idea is that I would prefer to get some work in Canterbury to be near the family, and I have accommodation already sorted for Canterbury, but if something in London comes up then I'll take [View Full Entry]

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Well... I think it is official. My Grandmother is trying to fatten me up! Although she says it is my responsibility to say no, it is just too much pressure - if I say no, does that make me an impolite grandchild? Or not?! I'm not quite sure yet whether or not she has a plan. Whether or not it isn't just some ploy to make me so fat I can't fit back on the plane home to Perth! So, as you can tell, I'm back in Hythe with my Nanny May! For a little over a week now I have [View Full Entry]

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Amongst the hustle and bustle of Oxford Street, through the crowds emerged my cousin Peter. Now Peter is only a couple of years younger than me and luckily for me, going to let me crash at his place for a couple of nights before I head back down to Hythe to the rest of the family. Lugging my pack all the way, we walked down Bond Street, past Piccadilly Circus and Leicester Square to Charing Cross Station where we caught the train to Woolwich Arsenel which is where he lives. This area is experiencing quite a revival with lots of redevelopment [View Full Entry]

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Hello there! Well, by now, if you have been keeping up to date you will know that I've had a bit of a hair cut. There have been mainly positive reviews of the new do, apart from my Mum whose very positive response when I told her was, "But you are going to grow it, aren't you dear?" And of course, you Scud, a very eloquent comment! Good save! So I ventured into a hairdressers after a day of London sightseeing with the Team. I had been complaining about needing a hair cut for weeks, at least since I was in [View Full Entry]

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Ok, I know, I know, I am a little behind on the blog but it is only about a 2 and a half weeks, although it feels like months! So when I left you I was sitting in JFK airport, Terminal 7 to be precise and spending the wait in the departure lounge listening to Michael Buble', updating the journal and doing suduko puzzles. Yes, I like Mr Buble' and yes, I do suduko. I am a nerd, you should realise that by now. And I am keeping a journal so that I remember what on earth I am to write [View Full Entry]

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