So you’re at the airport, on your way to another world-wind of an adventure to God knows where! You’re all packed and ready to go, and after grabbing your boarding pass and send your checked luggage on its way through to the airplane ahead of you, you’re on your merry way to the security check.
As you can probably see Backpack Manifesto has gone through some changes… Again. I promise this will be the last one, and I finally figured out what direction I want this blog to take.
Caution: This is a huge post with lots of pictures. Read if you dare!
So Australia Day weekend was absolutely crazy, but so much fun! Australia Day is January 26th, which happened to land on a Monday this year, so I had a 4 day weekend to myself! Woo hoo!!
So like the caution above, I took a lot of photos… And I will put a quick blab with each section of what was going on, but a photo says a thousand words!
I’m not even going to write anything. There were no words for how absolutely amazing the fireworks were this year, just long shouts and screams and “wows” from the entire crowd in Waverton watching the fireworks with us. The kids were excited, the adults were excited, and I was over the moon!
So now, without further a-do, the photos! (I took about 400, but I’ll only add the ones I deem worthy).
Yes, I realize that this post is a little late. But you’ll forgive me, right?
“Just one more break.” I plead, sitting down on the hard ground, my backpack thumping behind me. My legs are screaming at me in protest as I stretch them out over the dirt, and my breathing is laboured but slowly leveling out. It feels like I’ve been running for days. In reality I only just finished the first staircase of many, many more to get back up to the top of the mountains we just clambered down.
I was out of water, stupid me I thought one bottle would be enough for a small hike around a valley. My bag was heavy with the weight of my Nikon in it, and more than once I debated throwing the entire thing into the stream beside us. My friend, an ahsmatic, seemed to be doing better than I was with this torturous walk. Pathetic.
With that thought in my head, I oh so gracefully stumble back onto my feet, almost falling over in the process, and continue my journey up the stairways of hell. One foot after another, one step at a time.
The Great Ocean Road is absolutely gorgeous and you should go see it right now.
Stumbling past the pushing bustling busy people at the Sydney Opera House, all posing to take selfies with the House, I see a break in the crowd. I make a run for it, almost tripping over a group of Japanese tourists who stopped in front of me to take yet more photos, and come to a gateway. Less people. I can breathe again. I wander through the gate, and like Alice in Wonderland is transported into a different world.
I went from the bustling city of Sydney into a tranquil Garden, and I seemed to be the only one there.
Brussels – the capital of Belgium. Actually, when I first moved to Belgium it was one of my least favourite places there. I thought it was dirty and cliche and full of tourists.
I took these photos just over a week ago… Absolutely love them! The Opera House itself isn’t as spectacular as I had imagined, but seeing it by ferry at sunset was absolutely stunning. The white reflects the sunset so well!