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6 months away

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6 months ago today I was being driven to Newcastle airport by my parents with a big scabby chin. My worldly possessions for my future away were packed into my little rucksack weighing just 12 kilos. It seems like a lifetime ago. Now my chin is healed and I’ve gained a few kilos (rucksack and elsewhere) and soz for the cheese but I’ve also gained so much more in this last half a year. 

Looking back through my blog posts since I touched down in Lima, pale and timid, I feel so happy and lucky to have encountered these amazing places and learnt so much from them: Cusco was my first Latino love; Bolivia was stunning; Colombia was just one big pleasure-filled love-in; I had amazing experiences in Ecuador; shared Christmas with my mum on the beach; was spoilt by my kiwi family on arrival in New Zealand; ran with my dad; found my perfect way of life in Aus; and got a nipple-on in Queenstown. 

The only thing that can match the places I have seen is the people I have shared them with. At home everyone told me how many new friends I would make away. From day one in South America I was wondering where all my new bezzies were hiding. I missed my friends so much and really wanted to meet someone just like ‘us’. It took me a little while and many conversations to realise that yes, my friends are the best, but I haven’t travelled around the world to meet someone just like ‘us’. Over these months my mind has been opened, my judgements blunted, and I have met people whose paths mine would have never crossed elsewhere. With that beautiful part of travelling, I have friends across the globe to visit when I can. And thankfully my home friends in the UK are still awake in the early hours of Saturday morning for a mashed party Skype exactly when I need them on a Sunday afternoon in NZ. 

Aside from being an excuse for self indulgent nostalgia, today is a very special day back home; my big sister’s 30th birthday. Being away has meant I’ve missed out on lots of occasions back home, not celebrating with my sisters, who I am so close to, is one of the hardest. This photo is from the last time the three of us were together and we got matching tattoos. We even got to tattoo each other! I’m so glad we did it (sorry mum); I just need to look at my arm to feel a bit closer to them. 

  

 With a further 6 months of running away ahead, I know I will still feel homesick (it never stops!), and miss out on yet more special days (two of my best friends are due to give birth in May and I’m gutted I won’t be around to meet the newborns). But I also know I have many more places, people, opportunities and experiences yet to come. I have been reassured that the UK isn’t going anywhere, and I’m sure as hell gona make the most of the next 6 months. Big love to all my family and friends; old and new.

 

  

Fingal Head

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I’m back in New Zealand now, after a fab hol from my travels in Australia. I’ve returned a little bit browner (mostly my feet), a little bit blonder, a fair bit poorer, however richer in friends and surf boards. Yes I have my own board! All thanks to a generous, hunky Aussie guy (God bless Tinder). Now nothing can stop me owning the waves! Apart from maybe the impending New Zealand winter and the fact that I’m moving to Queenstown, which is 3.5 hours from the coast. Minor issues.

So Australia was my last foray in freedom before climbing back on the old 9-5 (or whatever hours anyone will give me), and settling down for a bit in NZ. I had it all planned out. Before Fingal came along and threw a spanner in my thoughts. Welcomed to stay in an amazing house, with lovely people in an incredible location, I got more than a little bit hooked on this Lake House lifestyle. Smoothies, surfing, sunshine, running, yoga and a canoe on the lake; I knew it would be a bit of a wrench to leave.

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It was a gorgeous location for running, and I worked out a nice 45 minute route before long: Starting by the lake in front of the house, running up along the white sand beach, up over the point past the lighthouse and back down alongside the river. The weather was unreal (ok maybe a bit too hot at some times of day), and made for picture-postcard photos on my second last run here. My last run along the beach was overcast and cloudy; lovely running conditions but not so stunning for photos, so I left the camera behind. Typically this was the day I saw a pod of dolphins dancing in the surf. It was such a magical encounter and I was glad to just breath in the awesome scene and watch them play. You’ll just have to take my word for it.

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After a few days in my latest paradise, it was time to get ready to leave. I had had many urges to stay and live the dream, somehow. But my plans in New Zealand still stood, including some pursuit-of-dreams plans which could mean big changes to my little life. And I’m sure there are more paradises waiting to be discovered on my upcoming journeys…I’ll let you know.

Byron Bay

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Going for a run was not the first thing that sprang to mind when I woke this morning. “I need water” was definitely riding high on my train of thoughts though. Yesterday we had enjoyed Byron to its full potential: surfing; beach bumming; having a party in a camper van and drinking A LOT. I don’t remember being chucked out of the club we went to for the effects of this quantity but I’m told it happened. And the chilli sauce all over my leg supported the late night falafel tale I had also been told.

So: to the beach! After opting for a juice called ‘detox’ at one of Byron’s many fresh and fruity alternative eateries, with so much ginger it tasted a bit too much like curry to perk me up, I collapsed on the beach to understanding moans and groans of my party comrades. I’d come this far, to this famous little hippy haven, it would have been a real shame to miss out the running and blogging. Numbing myself with a prescription painkiller, I took some time curled in the foetal position to collect and prepare myself; mentally, physically and emotionally.

Crunch time arrived, and while my friends went for lunch, I ran away down the beach, barefoot and determined. I had my eye on the far end of the long curving beach and set off towards the point. It was Monday morning, not a time to dread for Byron beach bums however. The place was alive with surfers, swimmers, families, people doing yoga… Man I cannot fault these Aussies’ lifestyle choices. If I could find a means to live the beach lifestyle long term I would. In fact maybe I will. I have been more than a little bit tempted to stay here in Australia to live, but I’m sticking to my plans for now, reminding myself of the new paradises I still have to discover. Australia, unlike me, is not going anywhere.

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After a surprisingly pain free (thank you, codeine) ten minutes or so running I made it to the rocky point at the end of the bay. I ran up the steps to the lookout point on the rocks, the pains of the morning forgotten; blown away by the cool winds from the ocean. I stood and watched the bobbing surfers below, feeling an urge to join them in the azure ocean. Satiated, I ran back along the beach and treated myself to a dip in the shallows. Hangovers in paradise aren’t so bad, I guess.

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Sunshine Coast

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In true Aussie fashion, I woke early and eager this morning. After a busy day yesterday, surfing and swimming at a few spots on the Sunny Coast, we’d slept well and were gunning for another piece of The Sunshine. By the time we left the house I’d already polished my previous post, written some postcards home and got a couple of chapters reading in.

One thing I love (and miss) about little old overpopulated Great Britain, is that if you live near a city and don’t drive it’s no problem. Public transport is great and places are generally pretty close together making my fave mode of transport; cycling, pretty easy. Not so much in Australia and New Zealand. Since the start of my travels I have met Aussies who say they are from “near Melbourne; just about 7 hours drive…”. So my stubborn choice to fend off buying a car for as long as possible (I haven’t driven since I passed my test 3 years ago…) may soon come to an end. Especially if I want to keep surfing back in NZ! I’ve been so lucky in Aus and NZ so far, to have friends and family host and guide me, including driving me about. Today was the same and we had a Sunshine Coaster to show us some local hotspots.

First stop was a bush walk to waterfalls and rock pools. On the way we spotted these happy looking kookaburras, who when they call, sound like crazed monkies laughing. The walk took us past many impressive trees, including these twisty, hollow ones which would look right at home on a creepy woodland horror flick. I’m not sure of their name but they start life as a vine, which latches onto a host tree and surrounds, sucks and suffocates it until it dies and rots, leaving the tree-vine standing in its place. We made it to the pools and took a refreshing dip, in what was actually the warmest river I’ve swam in on my travels.

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Back on the road, we stopped by a bakery and I found a post box to start the postcards on their long journey to the motherland, Newcastle (UK!). Now one thing I really hold dear from my Geordie heritage is pastry. You can’t beat a good pasty, and thinking of Greggs the bakers staying open until the early hours for a post-club cheese and onion really makes my heart twinge with homesickness. Luckily Australians share this pastry passion and I have been impressed with the range of baked goods on offer here. I opted for a delicious spinach and feta pasty (must admit, you wouldn’t find that in Greggs), to fend off my longings for the toon and fuel the next adventure of the day; climbing Mount Coolum!

The midday sun was beating down and a sign at the foot of old Coolie said it was a 2 hour round trek. Pah! We missioned on up and mounted the mount in just 20 minutes! With 360 degree crystal clear views of the Sunshine Coast it was the perfect photo opportunity.

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So a post which is a little off-piste and on a tangent but I’m really having a great and active time over in Aus! Don’t want you to miss out on the pastry lo-down or adventures I’m enjoying. I hope it makes a good read.

Gold Coast 2

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After my midday mistake last run in Aus, this time I went for a more carefully considered sun-down run. Whist Ren was omming it out at yoga, I sweated it out (it was still 28 degrees), on a moonlight beach run.

Despite the sun having gone to bed, the beach was still busy as I set off up the sand towards Surfers Paradise. I had gazed at the futuristic, glassy high rise skyline from other points along The Gold Coast, so was looking forward to seeing it close up for the first time. I am a big fan of wild beaches, where jungle meets sand, and I’ve enjoyed some primal barefoot beach runs in my travels so far. However Surfers Paradise is quite the opposite, and unlike any beach I’ve ever visited. High rise buildings burst from the beach, and as the sunlight died, the cityscape began to light up and twinkle, reflecting in the sea below. I’m not sure it would count as my surfers’ paradise but it’s was an impressive sight all the same.

Since I’m on the East Coast, there’s no daily treat of a sunset out to sea. I’m pretty go-getting and active but can’t see myself making it down there for sunrise either…the other day we were pumped and ready for an early surf. We hit the waves at 7am and it was so busy we felt like we were late. These surfers really have got their priorities sorted: early to beer; early to bed (maybe); early to surf! So with no sunset to devour, the glinting skyline was the main feats for the eyes.

After about half an hour of running and snapping a few pics, I was alongside the biggest and spangliest of the beachfront buildings. I turned back around, satisfied that an hour in total running would suffice. Back at the entrance to the beach where I’d started, I had some post-run time to spare and decided to go for a pleasure paddle whilst cooling down.

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From the shallows, the view back up to the city looked more impressive than ever, with the light pollution giving the clouds a trippy glow. It was a bit of a zen moment but I was deterred after about 10 minutes of putting up with mystery beings brushing against my feet. I couldn’t quite make it to the meditative state I was pursuing, with images of the little blue jellyfish I had spotted washed up on the shore earlier; the very same kind that had stuck to my leg in the surf a few days earlier giving me a strange rash. I left the sea; yet again surviving the Aussie poison beasties to fight (and run) another day.

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Gold Coast

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My birthday began in Piha, New Zealand and ended in The Gold Coast, Australia. it lasted 27 hours and I blagged my way out of paying $130 for my luggage being overweight. A pretty special day all in all.

So I’m never really prepared for the weather in my subsequent destination. I have been surprised by snow in Peru, daily storms in Colombia and getting chilly in Ecuador. Clearly I still haven’t learned (to maybe just google the weather report). Who knew Austrailia would be so freakin hot?! On my first full day here the mercury was tipping 37! So I wisely decided to go for a jog at midday with my friend and Brasiliaussie host, Renata.

At the start of the run/walk I spotted my first proper Aussie arachnid! Framed against a blue blue sky towards Sufers Paradise. Yes there’s a town called Surfers Paradise here. And that’s the kind of place The Gold Coast is. Everyone looks so healthy and bronzed with sun kissed hair. On the short journey we passed walkers, runners, surfers, swimmers, cyclists, body boarders, kite surfers, paddle boarders, skaters and probably some more obscure sports I can’t remember. On a weekday lunchtime. It really does inspire you to be part of the moving masses! Seeing exercise ingrained into a society is a breath of fresh air. Ok so in the UK we don’t have so many white sand surf beaches or year-round sun bleached promenades. And I know Coronation Street is great, but more needs to be done to inspire people off their sofas and into some sweaty activity!

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After a very short time running I was ‘the colour of a newborn piggy’; Ren’s words. It was ridiculously hot and my shoulders were screaming with sunburn. We passed this cool truck before slowing to a walk and lapping up water from the water fountains conveniently stationed along the promenade. I will be timing my next run here more carefully. Like maybe the middle of the night or something.

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