Exploring New England: Day Four

A few Autumns ago I was wrapping up a mini road trip around New England. On day four I travelled from Hartford, Connecticut through Rhode Island, where I detoured to visit a corn maze, and finished in Boston, where an unexpected adventure awaited me that night.

I began by visiting the Mark Twain Museum, but I only looked at the outside before starting the drive to Salisbury Farm in Rhode Island.
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Haworth & the Bronte Parsonage

One of the first things I wanted to fit in to my two years in the UK from long before my arrival was a trip to Haworth to visit the Bronte Parsonage. I had finished my Master’s dissertation only a few months before landing in London and the Bronte sisters were one of my case studies, and through my research I found they were quite fascinating.

Charlotte, Emily and Anne grew up in the village of Haworth in Yorkshire, which happily is rather well preserved and still very small, making it easy to imagine what their lives might have been like there in the 1800s. IMG_9005 IMG_8985 (2) IMG_8982 (2) IMG_9002 (2) IMG_8980 IMG_9009 IMG_9027 IMG_9034 IMG_9014 (2) IMG_9015 (2) IMG_9040 IMG_9045 (2) IMG_9051 (2) IMG_9049 (2) IMG_9043 (2) IMG_9059 (2) IMG_9352 IMG_9363 IMG_9456The parsonage is on top of a hill on the outskirts of the village, with only moors and I presume some farms behind, and a cemetery, complete with the church where the Bronte family are buried, in front. The day I was there was so incredibly foggy and dark that it was difficult to see much beyond the stone walls that surround the house, but it felt like just the lonely place I had imagined — and that I’m sure inspired many of the well-known homes in the Bronte novels. IMG_9084 (2) IMG_9150 (2) IMG_9140 (2) IMG_9131 (2) IMG_9118 (3) IMG_9126 (2)IMG_9288The reason I was so fascinated by the Brontes, and so eager to visit their home (where the majority of their short lives were spent apart from brief periods abroad, but more importantly where they learned to write and composed some of what I believe are the most beautifully-written books) was because I think anyone that can write the way they did about human nature after rather uneventful lives with relatively little social interaction, not to mention their ages at the time of writing such books, must be incredibly intelligent with an almost supernatural understanding of the world. IMG_9128 (2) IMG_9154 IMG_9178 (2) IMG_9098 IMG_9185 (2) IMG_9213 IMG_9386 IMG_9334 IMG_9340 IMG_9412Perhaps I visited on the one day a year the weather is so poor, but in my experience the village, the parsonage and the moors in particular are just as mystical and gloomy as the most miserable places the Brontes wrote about, and in the end it was a day that fulfilled all of my Haworth hopes. I cannot say I wasn’t happy to return to the bright lights of London though!IMG_9446

The crazy year that was 2015

This post breaks what must be my longest ever drought between posts. Over the past year I have collected a fairly decent number of passport stamps, taken on new projects and relocated twice, which has left my blog a little neglected.

So to catch up a little…

2015 started on Primrose Hill in London, before I travelled to Qatar for the 2015 Men’s World Championship — my first of many tournaments last year.  IMG_20150114_181650 IMG_20150127_215941 IMG_20150129_182120 IMG_20150201_020506 IMG_20150202_062953I then raced back to London for 10 days that passed way too quickly, as the two years preceding them had.  IMG_20150208_161800 IMG_20150211_134322 IMG_20150211_183758Then it was on to Morocco with SA, starting with FezIMG_20150213_145916 IMG_20150213_154330 IMG_20150225_215917 IMG_20150214_141233Followed by Chefchaouen, where we were cursed with bad weather that meant we spent a large portion of time huddled together for warmth in the hotel. IMG_20150216_165315 IMG_20150216_174259 IMG_20150225_223430 IMG_20150217_132223 IMG_20150225_224104 IMG_20150225_224452 IMG_20150219_164737 IMG_20150226_130412 IMG_20150226_130441 IMG_20150226_130627 IMG_20150220_170135We had purposefully left some parts of our itinerary unplanned, and decided based on excellent advice to detour via Meknes en route back to Rabat, where our Moroccan adventure concluded. IMG_20150226_130754 IMG_20150226_131443IMG_20150222_121050 IMG_20150222_131746 IMG_20150226_132235 IMG_20150226_132605 IMG_20150226_132804From Morocco I travelled straight to Spain to visit my brother, who was studying in Murcia in the south. It was the end of February and already close to 30 degrees many days. IMG_20150226_180833 IMG_20150226_202825 IMG_20150228_145008 IMG_20150302_174847 IMG_20150304_181907IMG_20150308_165744 IMG_20150308_175538Next was Amsterdam for a couple of weeks before Paris, from where I would say goodbye to Europe for the forseeable future. IMG_20150317_195703 IMG_20150318_143153 IMG_20150318_143748 IMG_20150318_160436 IMG_20150318_173623 IMG_20150318_213212After a perfect couple of days in Paris I endured a 12-hour flight to Hanoi minus on-demand entertainment or sleep, but the tedious hours were forgotten when I arrived in the lively, leafy city, which was waking up for the day very quickly. IMG_20150320_034408 IMG_20150320_033823 IMG_20150320_135624My Vietnam travel companion was Daniel darling, who I met in London and also visited Vienna and Switzerland with. Hanoi was the base for our explorations, which included Trang An, Sa Pa and Cat Ba Island.  IMG_20150321_184055 IMG_20150323_195811 IMG_20150323_194616Processed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamIMG_20150326_223538Processed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamFrom Hanoi I flew to Siem Reap, Cambodia, with plans to continue to Phnom Penh which I changed after learning that the lakes were too dry to travel by boat and that the around 300 km journey by road takes approximately eight hours — but this was far from a negative. I enjoyed Siem Reap in every way. Processed with VSCOcamAngkor Wat was probably one of the first places I dreamed of travelling by myself back when I used to pick up travel brochures at my university’s agency, but I had forgotten that until I was walking along the stoney entry road in the dim dawn light and saw the famous outline of the temple ahead of me. At that point waking up at 4 am to make it in time for the sunrise was very much worth it.

As it was a cloudy day the sunrise was a bit underwhelming, but  I stayed sitting there long enough that the sun finally broke through. Processed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamIn Siem Reap, apart from visiting Angkor Wat, I mainly ate delicious food and drank cheap roadside smoothies, along with a few visits to museums and a cooking class, all of which I would highly recommend. Processed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcam with m3 presetProcessed with VSCOcam with f2 presetProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcam with g3 presetProcessed with VSCOcamNext I conquered the bus ride from Siem Reap to Bangkok, which involved a lengthy border crossing and a rather longer overall journey time than I was told to prepare for, but eventually saw me settling in for a couple of days of sightseeing and a trip to Elephant’s World before the arrival of my Thailand travel buddy, Rachael. Processed with VSCOcam with c1 presetProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamProcessed with VSCOcamIMG_20150406_003102IMG_20150405_170621IMG_20150405_152840Rachael and I headed straight to the islands: first Koh Mak for three days then Koh Kood for another three. The islands themselves were absolute paradise, but we were hit hard by food poisoning that week which resulted in me hiding in the hotel room for most of the time in Koh Mak and Rachael taking her turn in Koh Kood. IMG_20150406_191506IMG_20150409_074957IMG_20150410_204555IMG_20150410_211117IMG_20150411_190006IMG_20150412_081446IMG_20150409_105853Our recovery was well-timed with our return to Bangkok for Songkran, the massive New Year celebration involving a huge waterfight throughout the city, which was just as awesome as it sounds. IMG_20150413_092500IMG_20150414_111651Then it was time for me to board the plane to Australia, after close to two and a half years away.

Returning home after such a long period is a surreal and bittersweet experience. After many years as an expat I feel increasingly foreign each time I arrive home, and find simple things like talking to people in shops who share the same language and even accent as I do very strange, but I appreciate Australia more every time. IMG_20150508_163012 IMG_20150509_122521 IMG_20150509_123819 IMG_20150509_124541 IMG_20150509_131838 IMG_20150509_132228 IMG_20150510_124548 IMG_20150510_151215 IMG_20150510_153531 IMG_20150510_153814 IMG_20150510_160857IMG_20150520_141618IMG_20150524_133433 IMG_20150528_103313 IMG_20150531_101901 IMG_20150531_102720 IMG_20150531_105755 IMG_20150531_110122 IMG_20150607_084116 IMG_20150607_085240 IMG_20150607_092542 IMG_20150607_093908 IMG_20150607_102559 IMG_20150607_110644 IMG_20150607_165540 IMG_20150607_165918 IMG_20150607_170037 IMG_20150607_170243 IMG_20150607_170703 IMG_20150608_134232 IMG_20150618_124240 IMG_20150620_122126IMG_20150711_130437 IMG_20150712_103027 IMG_20150712_103321 IMG_20150712_134629 In July it was time to hit the sky again. Four flights took me from Brisbane, Australia to Uberlandia, Brazil for the 2015 IHF Men’s Junior World Championship…IMG_20150717_080242 where I discovered Pão de Queijo…. IMG_20150719_095032 IMG_-2jozbsCelebrated my birthday… IMG_20150723_000816 IMG_20150730_173209 IMG_20150731_124329 And France won one of their three world titles of the year.IMG_20150801_203019Then, much sooner than I had expected when I left in February, I returned to London for a whirlwind two and a half-day visit.  IMG_20150803_165331 IMG_20150803_184949 IMG_20150803_185800 IMG_20150804_110730 IMG_20150804_142253 IMG_20150804_143009 IMG_20150804_143035 IMG_20150804_212244 IMG_20150805_165342From London it was on to beautiful Ekaterinburg, Russia for the Youth World Championship. IMG_20150806_185447 IMG_20150808_113246 IMG_20150811_213834 IMG_20150812_204635 IMG_20150815_180657 IMG_20150818_171844 IMG_20150818_175024 IMG_20150821_062209Then it was time to decide what to do next, and so after hours of sitting on planes thinking about my options plus a few work considerations that had popped up over the previous weeks, I settled on moving to Amsterdam. I returned to Australia for a too-short 10 days during which I tried to squeeze in my favourite things, including a visit to the far north coastIMG_20150829_163910IMG_20150829_151521IMG_20150829_172500 IMG_20150830_133556 IMG_20150830_142609 IMG_20150830_144402 IMG_20150830_160421 IMG_20150830_160639 IMG_20150830_161431 IMG_20150830_162634And a last evening of noodles and ice cream.IMG_20150901_191413 IMG_20150901_203330IMG_20150905_123205 IMG_20150905_124636 IMG_20150905_132642 IMG_20150905_132959Before I knew it it was time to say goodbye again.  IMG_20150905_193428Six months later, after an initial arrival period dominated by visa applications and the like, a World Championship and a EHF EURO, and apartment hunting, I am slowly settling in Amsterdam. And this year is shaping up to be almost as eventful as 2015.

Northey Street Market

If you love organic food, you’ll love this market. Sprawled underneath fig trees on Northey Street in Windsor, this market is home to fruit and vegetables galore; locally-made honey (nothing beats Aussie honey); nuts, grains and oils; cheeses; fresh juice; and plenty of inventive breakfast options. It’s popular but when I was there was far from overcrowded; just happy people doing their weekly shopping, enjoying the buskers and savouring laidback meals.

Like with any organic food, prices are higher than your run-of-the-mill supermarket, but you get what you pay for. And if, like me, you were horrified by this recent experiment where a Swedish family switched to organic for a week with rather noticeable results, you might agree the extra dollars are worth it. IMG_7116 IMG_7118  IMG_7124IMG_7128 IMG_7129IMG_7134 IMG_7136 IMG_7143 IMG_7146 IMG_7147IMG_7154 IMG_7155 IMG_7159 IMG_7161 IMG_7170 IMG_7171 IMG_7173 IMG_7175 IMG_7186 IMG_7192 IMG_7193 IMG_7194 IMG_7199 IMG_7202IMG_7210 IMG_7213 IMG_7214 IMG_7216 IMG_7218  IMG_7242 IMG_7244 IMG_7245 IMG_7246 IMG_7253 IMG_7250 IMG_7258 IMG_7259

Hanoi

I landed in Hanoi just after 6am after one of the most tedious flights I’ve ever experienced, from Paris. After months of planning interspersed with work trips, the holidays and enjoying my last few weeks in London, which meant I was organised for this leg of my homeward journey much later than I ordinarily would be, I was finally halfway (or something) back to Australia. While I was sad the previous few months, and years in fact, were over, there was a big sense of relief to be in the moment I’d been planning for and thinking about for so long. The lead up had been stressful at times, and now I could relax.

My very first few trips abroad were to parts of Asia — Malaysia and Japan — with my family, but this was to be my first taste of Asia in a while (apart from a work trip to Qatar in January). Driving from the airport I was thrilled at the increasing amount of traffic as we approached the inner city — the number of motorbikes, the number of people on each motorbike, the number of beeps from every motorbike; it was all so lively and exciting.IMG_3425 IMG_3349 IMG_3384IMG_3369 IMG_3371 IMG_3408 IMG_3418
For the Vietnam leg of my southeast Asia visit I was travelling with a dear friend and travel buddy from my time in London. DD had left a few months before I did and is now working in Dubai, so there was a lot to catch up on, which of course added to the anticipation of the morning.

Our hotel was in the charming, bustling old quarter (more on that area another day), which was perfect. As I had absolutely no sleep on the 11 hour flight, we had an easy first day of wandering around the city — and both of us absolutely loved it.IMG_3426 IMG_3438 IMG_3367 IMG_3451IMG_3402IMG_4616 IMG_4646 IMG_4651
I don’t think photos can possibly convey the character of the city properly. The buildings are beautiful, there are trees and greenery everywhere, people go about their own business not paying much attention to anyone else, there are plenty of peaceful spots to be found amid the havoc, and any time you’re bored, you can spice up your day with a crossing-the-road adventure. Hanoi is alive at any time of day or night — we found we could quite easily spend a few hours sitting in a cafe, chatting and people/chaotic traffic watching.  IMG_4680 IMG_4668 IMG_4701 IMG_4686 IMG_4710
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Hanoi served as our base for exploring the other areas of the country’s north on our itinerary. We came and went several times and it began to feel like home, but the bulk of our exploring was left until the last day before we departed. We walked to every point of interest, covering a lot of ground to finish the day exhausted. I must confess that by the end I found the constant beeping a little less charming than I had at first, but that’s just part of what makes the city.  At least it made the streets of Bangkok seem relatively peaceful in comparison.IMG_4747 IMG_4731 IMG_4753 IMG_4763 IMG_4765 IMG_4776IMG_4677 IMG_3457 IMG_3444

Fez: Day One

Fez was our first major stop in Morocco. We flew in to Rabat, stayed there one night, then hopped on a train to Fez the next morning. It was a beautiful day and the train process couldn’t have been easier. It was crowded though, which meant we spent the entire three hour journey standing, but mostly we had enough space and a great view of the passing scenery. I was so happy for the warm sunny weather and the prospect of two weeks ahead with SA that the three hours passed quickly and soon we were walking the rather long way from the station to find our Riad in the medina.IMG_0364 IMG_0367 IMG_0377A combination of things on this first afternoon made me unhappily realise that this was a place where it might be difficult to have genuine local experiences. It began when the staff at our Riad recommended a place where we could find Burger King, pizza places, etc as an area we should try to eat. I was a little shocked at this — the food was one of the things I was most excited about, as I suppose it is wherever I travel, or on any random Tuesday morning for that matter.

Both secretly dismissing that advice, we enjoyed our welcome tea, quickly settled in to our beautiful room and then headed out to discover the medina — before being brought to a halt by the first of the many helpful (I resist the urge to surround helpful with quotation marks, because some genuinely are) locals eager to assist us on our merry way.
I’m not opposed to being helped with directions, but my favourite thing in a new place is to simply wander, looking at the map occasionally — I don’t want to be led quickly through the medina, passing interesting shops, beautiful doorways and mystical alleyways that beg to have their picture taken. It’s about the journey, not the destination, right?

IMG_0378 IMG_0382 IMG_0383 IMG_0384Our new friend led us away from the main road we were on, down a series of winding alleys, including one that was so dark and narrow my survival instinct definitely stirred a little, then out onto a main road that looked suspiciously like the one we were on before. While SA was led into the take-away shop to get some food, I quickly walked up the road about 30 metres, to find the exact point at which we had first met this guy — confirming my suspicions that he had taken us on a much longer, completely unnecessary route to find something we easily would’ve found ourselves.

I wasn’t shocked at this — anyone travelling to Morocco should be well aware these kinds of things happen on a regular basis, as I was, but I can’t say I was happy to discover that my suspicions were correct. From this moment we were much better at politely but firmly declining most of the invitations and offers of help we received. Some were genuine, and some were not — we certainly needed directions on one or two occasions in the medina, and were extremely grateful to those that helped and welcomed us while asking nothing in return.

But that afternoon was an important lesson for the rest of our time in Fez. Tourists being led on overly long, complex routes through the medina is something we witnessed more than once, and I’m sure there’s a conspiracy to use this tactic in order to convince tourists they can’t find their way themselves and will need a guide. The medina in Fez is a complete maze comprised of 9,400 streets/alleys/slight fissures you can only just pass through, so I know many people recommend a guide, but we decided to try without one and once we were a little more on our toes, had a fantastic time exploring.

IMG_0386 IMG_0392 IMG_0400 IMG_0409 IMG_0413 IMG_0418 IMG_0426The area we discovered that day was a little different than what we found over the remaining days. A little more local, a little more rustic (hooray!). It was a great introduction to the bustling city Fez represents. We bought some delicious fruit from a street vendor, and finished the day with a tagine and one of the 386 mint teas we enjoyed on the trip. IMG_0427 IMG_0429 IMG_0433 (2) IMG_0440 IMG_0444  IMG_0451 IMG_0453 IMG_0455 IMG_0459 IMG_0462 IMG_0463 (2)

Souq Waqif

Qatar marked a number of firsts for me: my first trip to a Gulf country, my first visit to a souq, and my first dose of vitamin d for 2015. My visit to Doha was for work rather than play, which meant little time for being a tourist, but I did manage a visit to the souq — also a first — one evening.

Exploring a little then people watching as we sat at a cafe was an extremely relaxed way to spend an evening — though our meandering pace was not reflective of how lively and entertaining the souq was. Weathered men pushed wheelbarrows transporting goods through the narrow alleyways, performers on stilts entertained the crowd that filled the various squares dotting the souq, countless birds awaited new owners in rows of stalls, and bright, patterned clothing completely different from any fashion I’d seen actually on people seemed to be the main commodity available for purchase.

It was interesting, beautiful, perfect weather and we had no trouble finding our way through the modest maze of streets. I could easily dedicate several more hours to exploring, observing and tasting the many mouth-watering food options I noted with particular interest for any future visits.IMG_0264 IMG_0271 IMG_0273 (2) IMG_0274 IMG_0275  IMG_0278    IMG_0294 (2) IMG_0298 (2)  IMG_0303 (2)      IMG_0285 IMG_0295  IMG_0282 IMG_0320 IMG_0325 (2)  IMG_0331 (2) IMG_0317 IMG_0338 IMG_0343  IMG_0310 IMG_0351 (2) IMG_0358

Hungary: a summary in phone pictures

I spent most of December in Hungary working as an EHF journalist at the EHF EURO 2014 for handball. The tournament took place in Hungary and Croatia across six cities, and I was lucky enough to be part of the media team all the way through to the finals in Budapest.

We began in Győr. IMG_20141228_183607IMG_20141228_183552IMG_20141228_183517IMG_20141228_183356IMG_20141228_183338IMG_20141228_182819IMG_20141228_182803IMG_20141228_182753IMG_20141228_182725IMG_20141228_182707IMG_20141228_182633IMG_20141228_182614IMG_20141228_182540IMG_20141228_183119
Then went on to Debrecen, which was lovely but very busy, which meant not much time for exploring. IMG_20141228_181624We finished in Budapest, a place I was very excited to return to and found just as amazing the second time.IMG_20141228_181538IMG_20141228_181504IMG_20141228_181441IMG_20141228_181409IMG_20141228_180900IMG_20141228_171404IMG_20141228_171341IMG_20141228_180736IMG_20141228_180724IMG_20141228_171321IMG_20141228_171230I worked with wonderful, talented people who made every minute fun;IMG_20141228_185058IMG_20141228_184720IMG_20141228_180756IMG_20141228_170752IMG_20141228_171707one of whom stashed some precious Earl Grey tea on my chair in the office late one night for me to discover the next morning. IMG_20141228_181649One morning in Budapest, I woke up and the sun was only just rising, so I took my phone for a (very stop/start) run. IMG_20141228_180619IMG_20141228_180540IMG_20141228_180440IMG_20141228_172946IMG_20141228_172341IMG_20141228_172355IMG_20141228_172305IMG_20141228_172225IMG_20141228_172055IMG_20141228_171932IMG_20141228_171921IMG_20141228_171823There were snippets of time for Christmas markets.IMG_20141228_183304IMG_20141228_183241IMG_20141228_183223IMG_20141228_183155IMG_20141228_183140IMG_20141228_183119IMG_20141228_181855IMG_20141228_181217IMG_20141228_171308IMG_20141228_171256IMG_20141228_171152IMG_20141228_185229IMG_20141228_185146And for admiring a gingerbread village in Debrecen.IMG_20141228_182059Of course there was also the handball. IMG_20141228_180708Photo above courtesy of a collage in the media centre in Budapest — the photographers do an amazing job. IMG_20141228_185001IMG_20141228_184838IMG_20141228_183752IMG_20141228_183721IMG_20141228_170733IMG_20141228_170512The weeks flew by, and before I knew it I was back in London, just in time for Christmas. IMG_20141223_172233 IMG_20141222_204349 IMG_20141222_204339

Novi Sad: Part One

Prior to my trip Serbia in the middle of October, the Balkans were an area of Europe that remained high on my list of places yet unseen that I wanted to visit. So when I received an email from a close friend from home who was born in Serbia saying she and her husband were planning to visit for a few months, I immediately started looking at flights. I am so lucky to have increasingly more friends in different places — there is just no better way to see a place than to be guided by locals, or simply just hang out with them and do normal everyday stuff.

We were based in Novi Sad, where my friend’s husband’s family are from and his grandparents still live (their interesting story of life in the Serbian resistance during World War II is to come). It’s a beautiful city, that doesn’t really feel as big as it is, which makes it even nicer. The town centre is full of lovely old buildings, wide clean streets and plenty of restaurants and cafes. In contrast with Belgrade where there remain many buildings ruined from past bombings that the city just has not had the money to fix, Novi Sad, or the centre at least, is pretty much perfect.IMG_5959 (2)IMG_5961 (2)IMG_5968 (2)IMG_6032 (2)IMG_6036 (2) IMG_6052 (2) IMG_6068IMG_6080IMG_6072 (3) IMG_6005 (2)IMG_6010 (2)IMG_6002 (2)IMG_6152 IMG_6159 IMG_6161 (2) IMG_6163 (2) IMG_6166 IMG_6170 IMG_6176 (2) IMG_6183  IMG_6193  IMG_6205 (2) IMG_6210 IMG_6211 (2) IMG_6215 IMG_6229 (2) IMG_6236 IMG_6237 (2) IMG_6242 (2) IMG_6258 (2) IMG_6261 (2) IMG_6263 IMG_6268 IMG_6273 IMG_6276 (2) IMG_6279 (2)             IMG_6108 IMG_6104 (2) IMG_6110 IMG_6118 (2) IMG_6121 (2) IMG_6125 IMG_6131 (2)