It took me 9 months to travel Oceania and there is still so much I haven’t seen. But then again, there are so many adventures I experienced at the “other end of the world” that made it feel like it was a lifetime. In the positive sense.
Travel does that to you; you make plans, you follow a certain path and then suddenly, the dice shifts and you tumble all over. Down the slopes, scramble back up and glance at views, you had never even dared dream about.
That was my time in Australia and New Zealand. Life-changing, hilarious and at times even terribly frustrating and dangerous.
So I wrote a travel book. Because it helped me relive all these amazing tales.
And I was surprised at how many things I had forgotten. It made me smile, it made me shed a few silent tears and it fired up my wanderlust. (As if I didn’t suffer from the travel bug enough already.)
I wanted to go back to the Hong Kong jungles, where I was chased by cows, chased dolphins myself (note: no animals were harmed due to my shenanigans) and saw dead cats floating by. Ok, the last part was not so cool, but I loved experiencing a different side to Hong Kong.
When you travel, never e afraid to leave the beaten path and go on a discovery spree. After my quick Asian layover, I continued my travels to Oceania and landed in Auckland, where I immediately headed out again. And then returned. I suffered from climate shock. (Is that a thing?)