Back to Stutterheim

We stayed in a little place called The Shire Eco Lodge. Wooden open-plan cabins that sleep four (two in bunk beds high up in the rafters). The Shire is in the middle of the Kologha Forest, and at night you hear the whistling of the wind through the trees. It’s magical. Stutterheim is not a city. It’s hardly even a town, and it shows in the millions of bright stars at night.

Travel Throwback: Walking Aimlessly

“I refuse to be ashamed that I visited India but not the Taj Mahal, and China but not the Great Wall. Maybe one day I will visit those, but I don’t feel that I have missed out. I had experiences that money could not buy, education that no class could teach, networking that no conference could offer. I will never feel sorry that for a few days at a time, I got caught up in the web of interwoven threads that make us human.”

The Travelbug’s Medicine Bag

This post brought to you by wanderlust, a current severe bout of flu-slash-strep-throat-slash-gastro picked up in the Paeds ward (I washed my hands all the time I swear), and a day of reminiscing over Semester at Sea photos. I would say I packed pretty well for my four-month-long around-the-world voyage (and my previous trips abroadContinue reading “The Travelbug’s Medicine Bag”