Day 8 of our horse trek, in which horses frolic and humans get dramatic.
And so we come to the final post of this epic series featuring extracts of my 1993-1994 travel journal... We spent our last couple of days in Rome, including a day trip to Perugia.
It must be time for an actual trip, right? Well, not today... Today I'm knocking off the penultimate post of my Travelling in the 90s series, which features extracts from my 1993-1994 travel journal -- complete with bad photos. I've enjoyed reliving this trip, which was my first overseas adventure. (It also remains the longest,... Continue Reading →
Day 7 of our horse trek was spent at the Genghis Khan Monument, a 40-foot statue in shimmering stainless steel.
So, I went hiking a couple of weeks ago. (Yep.) And, despite apprehension about my general fitness, I survived four days of schlepping around the Tasman Peninsula with only a few blisters and a mild case of sunburn. (I did wonder a few times -- muscles burning, lungs wheezing -- what the hell I was... Continue Reading →
This is the third edited extract from my Mongolia Journal, covering days 3 and 4 of my two-week horse trek. With photos! 27 June 2015 Lunch stop - Day 3 We’re at lunch in a long flat valley with a train line and a town in the distance. The night was wild and cold, and... Continue Reading →
I've finally got my act together and have started blogging edited extracts (and PHOTOS) from my Mongolia travel journal. If you missed the first post, it's here -- First Impressions. This post covers the commencement of our two-week horse-riding expedition. Owing to the nature of journals, events are not necessarily presented in sequential order, so... Continue Reading →