I hate to admit it, but I like saving money. I like it so much that when I had a savings account that accrued interest daily I would log on to my netbank just to have a look at the figure rising up and up. I like it so much that I would confidently put ‘money saver’ on a list of hobbies, or sit on the couch on a weeknight after work and write a blog post on money saving tips for travel or anything you need it be, really.
I would like to say it comes from the great feeling of being self sufficient and knowing I have backup money incase my entire world turns to sh*t, but so far my favourite feeling has been walking into a new car shop looking like your average poor twenty something and having the assumption made that I will need to finance and then proudly saying “oh no, I’ll be making a cash payment.” The end of that story was me not wanting to part with my money and buying a second hand car for half the price (which I still have 7 years later) but thats beside the point.
Could there be anything happier than dogs, Tassie beaches and planes? Well, I guess if we add in ‘winning the lotto’, ‘quitting your day job to become a self made millionaire’, or maybe ‘full time luxury traveller’… but since none of those things are on the cards for me on this fine Sunday, we’ll just stick to the basics.
In the years that I have been travelling it is almost guaranteed that if there is a place you would expect me not to like I’ll do the opposite and fall in love with it. Take my first trip overseas, India. Never in a million years would I have expected to even go there, let alone love it. The same thing happened with Singapore. I was barely excited about the trip, but it turned out to be one of my favourite places in the world!! You can read about it here if you want to see pictures of me having the time of my life.
I am living proof that hanging on to first impressions isn’t always the best idea. When I first travelled to San Francisco in 2012 as part of a Contiki tour it didn’t do much for me. I have strong memories of drinking too much, seeing lots of homeless people, and staying in a supposedly haunted hotel. For a tour company with a slogan of NO Regrets, I certainly had a lot. I felt like I had completely missed the point of San Francisco.
About 4 years ago some very perfect timing resulted in me going on a 4 month extended holiday around the world. Since then I have migrated back into the real world where people break up their annual leave into short sharp bursts so they don’t loose their minds at work throughout the year.
Hello from Sunny Penang, Malaysia. This morning we ventured out of our resort for the first time (despite being here 3 nights already) to have a morning in Georgetown. Georgetown is the capital of Penang and is best known for it’s old British Colonial buildings and it’s street art. It’s usually what most people come here to see, closely followed by the nice resorts, beaches, and shopping.
Despite being armed with a walking map given to us by the hotel, we opted for a trishaw (or cyclo) tour. What is a trishaw you ask? This:
It’s embarrassing to say that I have lived in Tasmania for all bar 4 and a half years of my life. What’s embarrassing about that you ask? Well, I’ve barely seen any of it. My boyfriends parents who are from country Victoria have seen more of this state than I probably ever will and they only visit once a year.
I started to feel guilty that I have spent so much of my time dedicated to seeing or planning holidays to visit various parts of the world when I have barely spent any time exploring my own backyard. People comment to me all the time about how much Tassie has to offer so I thought it was about time I took their advice and went to see for myself.
Earlier this year my boyfriend and I went on a 3 week holiday to America and the lovely Caribbean island of Trinidad. My sister is on an overseas posting with her job in Trinidad’s capital city Port of Spain so as I’m sure you can imagine, it quickly made it’s way on to my “Travel To Do” list and what better time than CARNIVAL time!!!
I’ll be the first to admit that I had no idea where she was talking about when she first said she was moving to Port of Spain. My first thought was “Yay, how great is Spain,” boy was I way off the mark there!!
I’ll confess that in a perfect world I would only ever stay at a hotel with an Ocean Front balcony and a King sized bed with an abundance of cloud-like pillows, but lets face it, life can’t always be dreamy, it needs to be adventurous and exciting and that’s what hostels are for me.
I was skeptical at first because the word COMMUNAL in my mind spells UNHYGIENIC, DIRTY, UNPLEASANT, GROSS, SMELLY.. you get my point. But I’m thrilled to report that if you follow a few basic steps to finding a good hostel you will limit your chances of using someone else’s unwashed cutlery.
Last year I went on my first ever trip to Singapore where we spent 5 nights just exploring the city and loving life!! I’ve always found that my favourite places end up being the ones that I would least expect to like, so I guess I should have known something great was around the corner when I picked Singapore and I wasn’t in the least bit excited about it.