I guess the images you get of Mexico are the classic drunk Mexican with a bottle of tequilla in one hand sleeping under a cactus in the desert heat or of Clint Eastwood riding around on a horse in a poncho making lots of trouble with lots of gunslinging and punch ups in cantina bars. Unfortunately, everyone gets a shock when they arrive here and it looks like a slight run down version of the USA. Its quite disappointing at first as the old west as it was known no longer really exists and is replaced by a inferior plastic [View Full Entry]

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After running out of funds I decided to head back to england to reimburse the wallet. I really did not want to leave Mexico but i knew there really was no other choice. It was kind of daunting after so many months travelling to go back to the hustle and bustle of "reality" shall we put it that so many millions of people do everyday to make a living. I stayed in London for a couple months mainly looking for work in my industry of computers as I knew working behind a bar like thousands of other Aussies is just [View Full Entry]

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After returning to Tucson, I was ready to leave the US and go all the way down the pacific coast of Mexico. I was glad upon arriving at the bus station, as the greyhound buses were all full and the one for Mexico was almost empty, with much more leg room and comfort. It was really astonishing that the bus service was so much better than the American service, but there was one slight hitch. When arriving the Mexico border, I was required to pay for my visa but unfortunately I did not have enough cash on me to complete [View Full Entry]

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After Las Vegas I headed on east and caught a bus to Phoenix, Arizona. It was a long a difficult trip overnight, for some reason they really like to make the greyhound bus seats extremely uncomfortable but after a restless night I was immediatly in awe of the landscapes surrounding this area and the dry heat was very appealing. The city itself is very big and it really didnt have that much character apart from an exellent art gallery and few art shops. I decided to head further south and ended up in a town called Tucson, again the bus [View Full Entry]

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Leaving the islands of Polynesia I had arrived at the epicenter of the modern materalistic western world, Los Angeles. I was expecting a great deal of questions regarding to getting into the country without a visa but had no troubles whatsoever and I was quite shocked as I was preparing for a full cavity search. The weather was quite agreeable, not too hot but nice enough to walk around as there is not much point getting any public transport as the traffic is almost always backed up. I could see why this city has one of the worst pollution problems [View Full Entry]

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Huahine Forever, a inscription carved on the docks at the port town of fare on Huahine is what it feels like to be on this gorgeous isle. Having survived the ardous 9 hour freighter to the Island, I was met with beautiful mountain vistas along with crystal clear blue waters teeming with tropical fish practically swimming around your ankles. This island is truly inspirational. I can see how anyone can simple fall in love with its lagoons and peaceful atmosphere. It is simple timeless, nothing changes, nothing probably ever will nor should it. Camping out at edge of the beach [View Full Entry]

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Having escaped the cold of New Zealand, I threw out my jackets and jumpers for the shorts and t-shirt on the island of Tahiti. Being fowarned that French Polynesia can be quite expensive, I was out to find a place to camp on these magnificent islands to avoid breaking the budget. Tahiti isnt really what you would imagine, Its urban sprawl along the coast brings loud trucks, pollution and noise and not really what I would expect from a tropical paradise. About a half hour cruise to neighbouring Moorea, is much more like it! Amazingly coloured lagoons, the mountains inspiring [View Full Entry]

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After getting quite dissolutioned by the South Island I had one entire day to see the city of Auckland and note the differences between the North and South Islands. I hired a car for a day and drove around. The weather is probably the main difference, I had stripped off my jacket and two jumpers and was only down to two shirts and I was happy with that. There was definitely more Maori people around this city but unfortunately it seemed as though most of them were living in the poor parts of town. It is an interesting city and [View Full Entry]

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Upon returning to reality all hell broke loose, the fantastic Audis transmission decided to die on me and I was stuck in the middle of no where. It was just what I needed, i just kept thinking why oh why do we bother with technology when all it does is just make you stress, give you a headache and then leave you with an empty wallet. Anyhow, luckily I found a few Czechs and a German guy to help me push and tow the car away to Glenorchy, a tiny little town about 50km from Queenstown. The people there were [View Full Entry]

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Aoraki ( or Mount Cook ) is definitely an impressive sight. Hidden amongst an entire range of snow capped peaks, it stands gracefully against a teal blue backdrop that manages to make you stare for what feels like a lifetime. Certain crazy people attempt to climb the beast but not I. The weather seems to be the key component here as it changes at a drop of a hat. The wind has a personality all of its own and it grabs you with a menacing chill. Continuing south, is the charming little town of Wanaka, it has a beautiful lake [View Full Entry]

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