Sydney, Australia
July 2nd, 2008We arrive in a clean, safe, quiet city, and are immediately out of our depth. Click here to see whether we’ll ever re-integrate into society. Also: what next for us and SFTGE.
We arrive in a clean, safe, quiet city, and are immediately out of our depth. Click here to see whether we’ll ever re-integrate into society. Also: what next for us and SFTGE.
The truly interesting part of our trip has come to an end, and we’re on a kind of backpacker hiatus in Sydney. Still, SFTGE has had its fair share of readers. Click here to find out how you arrived.
Five months, 15,000 miles, and over 6,000 photos. One fake driving license and a multitude of cockroaches. Countless trains, buses and boats. We must have learned something. Click here to find out what.
We get out of Bali and head to Lombok, 25km away and across the ocean. We visit the world’s least-seaworthy ferry and reach the end of our tethers with the touts. Click here to see why a little cynicism can be a good thing.
We have our worst day of travelling so far. It involved the following: Canadians, Germans, 27 hours on buses, rain, rip-offs and domestic disputes. Find out if we took the first plane home by clicking here.
I used to think my inner geek got a pretty good airing. I spent every month dibbling about with new cameras, phones and laptops at work, and every now and then my wife would brand me a nerd when I arrived home with enough cables to provide a Conservative MP with all the S&M [...]
There’s a staggering amount of paperwork involved for anyone travelling on the Trans-Siberian express. You visit three countries in as many weeks, none of them entirely used to tourists. You’ll need three visas. Read on.
It makes good sense to take a few precautions. Not being able to predict whether I’ll be eaten by a crocodile or murdered by a macaque, my wife and I have spent the last few months having money pulled through our noses for travel vaccinations. Read on to see which ones we had, how much they cost, and how much they hurt.