The world’s largest, and some would say, most dangerous city on Earth is in Mexico. We visited and mostly were at risk from dying of hypothermia, because what no-one tells you is that it gets pretty nippy in the winter. Click here to see what you should do if you ever get there, and to read an account of what will happen if you’re fool enough to drive there.
Bit of a break there, eh? Anyway, if you’re driving from the US into Mexico, this is what you need to know about the potentially-tricky border crossing. Also, the best hotel in Acapulco, a very weird Christmas, and the reason that pleasant holidays make for terrible travel writing. Not that there’s any in here.
Leg two begins. We leave Sydney, taking time to appreciate the wonders of a full-service airline, and arrive in Hawaii, where the girls hula, the skirts are made of grass, and the turtles are gregarious. Click here to find out what to do on the Big Island.
What’s the coldest you’ve ever been? Take that and minus twelve, then place yourself in a tent wearing everything you packed. Also: we fly on New Zealand’s most spectacular air route. Click here for more.
We enjoy some thoroughly cold camping on New Zealand’s west coast, and go hiking over a glacier. See how many ankles we broke by clicking here.
After three months and three thousand kilometres, we get out of Australia and head to the world’s most under-rated country. Ahead of us, a knackered rental car with dodgy brakes, conspiracy-theorists and enough film locations to sink a battleship. Click here to see how we got on.
Snorkelling, you say? Apparently you can do it in Australia. We throw caution to the wind and board yet another boat, hoping for less of a disaster than we got last time. And the time before that. And the time before that. Click here to find out when we’ll learn.
We leave Fraser Island and arrive somewhere where the Subway staff are testy, the shops are closed and the sweets will pull your teeth apart. How much will dental work in Australia set you back? Click here to find out.
From Byron Bay we headed to Brisbane. We did an unintentional and bewildering lap of the city, before being abruptly spat out in the direction we’d come from. From there we spent a rather miserable two hours touring Brisbane’s picturesque suburbs before we finally hit our campsite.
Which was full, so we drove another forty kilometres [...]
We fire ourselves out of Port Macquarie and visit Byron Bay, home of… Byron? Also, click here to see just how well the Australians do camping.
