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It was a killer of a schedule. Three working days visiting hotels, historical palaces and magnificent private gardens, popping in restaurants and beach clubs. God bless Le Meridien hotel for pampering me with a complimentary...

“A full moon kayak?” I asked, intrigued. Dan, whom I’d met a few days ago in Bellingen, a village on Australia’s East Coast, had just invited me to join him for a paddle down the local Bellinger River.

There’s a place I didn’t want to be, better, to end up to. It all happened this Summer I still can’t figure out a concrete explanation...

One year, my husband and I visited Tangier. We had been spending time in Seville, Spain and decided to break up our stay with a weekend in Morocco. I read our travel guide before going and it warned against staying...

The searing temperatures of the mid-Australian outback sap my energy. The Stuart Highway stretches ad infinitum and the monotony of the featureless landscape and intense heat are getting to me.

The sun was shining so brightly that I instantly felt the urge to jump right into the clear blue ocean. I decided to go to the seaside for a few days and since my budget was pretty low, I wanted to stay in a youth hostel.

The only “travelling” I did was on the internet. It was just a matter of time before I met someone of interest that in a way made my heart flutter. Unfortunately, my love interest was way over the border of the...

My story begins on a winter’s night on a rooftop in Surfers Paradise where I was relaxing in a hot tub with my daughter Katrina and daughter-in-law Louise. Our original plan had been to jump into the spa in the apartment...

In a shower room, located in a Dublin apartment, I did my best to manuver myself and my hiking pack in the generous 36 x 12 inch standing space. The compartment, for it was hardly a room, was a small sink and bathtub...

Water trickling down the back of your neck. Water beating on your knees. Water soaking through your boots. Somehow, water trickling upwards inside the sleeves of your jacket. When you ride a motorbike, there’s nothing...