Home sweet home

After 123 days and 5 countries my wanderings have come to an end. I have seen some incredible countries, met some amazing people and had a wonderful time doing it. All the countries I have visited have been brilliant and very different. I have done so many things I never thought I would and faced some fears. I have bathed an elephant, hiked in the outback, swim with wild dolphins and so much more. 


As a solo female traveller for most of my journey I have, at points, been questioned. People have asked am I really alone, is that really my bag as it is so heavy and whether I worry about safety. I know guys travelling have not faced the same questions. My message to anyone thinking of travelling is just book the flight. Jump, you will never regret it. 


Finally, I want to say thank you to you all for reading my blog and all your lovely messages while I have been away. This is the end of my wanderings this time, but I know there will be more at some point.

New York, New York (and New Jersey)

My final stop on my wanderings was New York. I stayed with family friends for the first few days in New Jersey – it was so great to see them and be part of a family again. It felt like being back in the America I remember from when we lived here – sitting on the porch watching the sun go down, fireflies fluttering by. I spent a few hours in the park we always walked in at Thanksgiving, lying in the sun under the US flag. 

It’s very easy to get into the city from Montclair so I set about exploring. I have been to New York several times before so I have done a lot of the major touristy things, but there is still so much more to see. On my first day I revisited an old favourite – the High Line. The park runs along old abandoned railway tracks and gives you great views of many different New York neighbourhoods. Last time I was there only the first phase had been completed – it has since been extended so it is now a lot longer. I also visited a cool book shop – everything inside from posters to cassettes to zines and books was created by different artists. There were so many amazing things and they also have a studio with artists working in the shop.


When I next ventured in to the city I again saw some great art – this time at the final exhibition of a graphic design course Ben has been doing this summer. Ben’s stuff was great and I also got to see some of the work produced by other classes – everything from fashion to life drawing. There are so many incredibly talented creative people. I then popped in to The Strand bookstore just round the corner. With 18 miles of books I definitely could have spent a lot of time in there. They are definitely not Trump supporters – they were selling some great election merchandise.


For the last few days I have been staying in the city itself, a couple of blocks away from Central Park. The weather hasn’t been great – I managed to get absolutely soaked exploring the park, but I have really enjoyed being in New York again. I wandered round the park and explored the Met – they had an amazing fashion exhibition with several incredible Chanel and Dior couture dresses along with everything from an Ancient Egyptian temple to Tiffany glass and Monet paintings. I only saw a tiny proportion of the pieces on display and I was there for hours.


I spent the rest of my time in New York visiting some old favourites – Grand Central, Times Square and Union Square. I finished with an old family favourite – a 5 napking burger.


My time in the USA has come to an end. I have loved being back – seeing old friends and new, visiting new places and old favourites. I know I will be back again soon, as ever there is so much more to see.

Politics and Museums: Washington DC

Stepping out of the airport in Washigton DC was like being hit by a wall of heat – America’s capital in July is hot and very humid. Washington feels very planned as a city, because it was. It fits in a perfect 10×10 grid, emanating from the centre of the Capitol building, representing the power of the people at the heart of the USA. Great for finding your way around, but almost too perfect. I was staying only a few blocks from the White House, but yet I could walk down one of the wide avenues in the middle of the day and be the only person in sight – very strange for a capital city. He moment you step onto the national mall or into one of the 20 Smithsonian museums you are met by 1000s of tourists, all making the most of the huge number of attractions (and the air conditioning). 


The museums in Washington are amazing – nearly all free, you could spend weeks in just one of them. I visited the National Archives to see the original Declaration of Independence, Constitution and Bill of Rights. There is something amazing about seeing the real documents – only a few pieces of paper that created the USA and changed the world. It shows you what a group of people with an idea can do.


My favourite two museums were the American Art Gallery and National Portrait Gallery, both houses in the same building with a beautiful covered courtyard at its heart. In the American Art half there were beautiful pieces from a sculpture of Harlem dancers to paintings of sweeping American landscapes. On the portrait side you could discover the presidents, including, of course Frank Underwood, alongside pictures of some truly inspirational people. My favourite was the portrait of Eunece Kennedy Shriver who created and organises the Special Olympics – an organisation that runs training and competitions for adults and children with intellectual disabilities. In the picture she is surrounded by current and past participants in the organisation. 


On one day I braved the Air and Space museum and the Natural History museum – two of the most popular Smithsonians and full of tourists and summer camp kids. The Air and Space museum is amazing – it takes you through the whole history of flight from the first airplanes to the space shuttles and the international space station. You can learn everything from how flight is possible to how astronauts go to the loo in space and lots more. The natural history museum is also great – from the huge elephant that greets you as you walk in, through the evolution of humans and to the huge Hope diamond. 


The other major attraction in Washington is the National Mall – stretching from Capital Hill at one end to the Lincoln Memorial. On Capital Hill I visited the Capital Building (currently undergoing major renovation) and the absolutely beautiful, and enormous, Library of Congress. I sat on the steps of the Supreme Court which is not currently in session. I visited the mall itself twice – once during the day and once at night with all the memorials lit up. If you ever get the chance definitely visit after dark – the memorials are even more beautiful against the night sky. From memorials celebrating presidents and campaigners – Washington, Lincoln, Martin Luther King Jr, Jefferson and Franklin Delano Roosevelt – to the very moving war memorials – WWII, Vietnam and Korea – there is a lot to see on the National Mall. The most moving memorial for me was the Vietnam War memorial – designed to evoke the image of an open wound, it is simple black stone slabs with lists of names which get bigger towards the centre. Even more moving are the homeless veterans sitting on the benches next to the memorial, just trying to make it to tomorrow.



As a politics geek, I have loved my time in Washington – just walking around you are surrounded by political history, from the Ford theatre where Lincoln was assassinated to the Watergate buildings that ended the Nixon presidency. The are places to escape the politics though – everyday the Kennedy Centre puts on a free performance at 6pm. It can be anything, but on the night I went it was a concert by an orchestra made up of some incredibly talented young musicians who he all spent 4 weeks in Washington on an intensive music programme. All the performances are available online, if you get the chance go have a look – it was the first time I had heard a Tuba concerto and it was amazing. 


You could never be without something to do in Washington, there is always something going on. The mood is building as the presidential campaigns get underway for real and the fight for the White House gets ever more intense. I was suprised one morning to learn a presidential candidate was staying at the hostel – Wiley Drake, a southern baptist preacher gave the whole hostel his presidential pitch over breakfast. I don’t think the major candidates need to worry. Only in Washington.

Redwoods, bookshops and Cable Cars: Marin County and San Fransisco

After LA I headed north to the much cooler San Fransisco – the fog (or Carl as it is known locally) keeps the temperatures down. On my first day in the city I explored San Fransisco’s waterfront, from Fishermans Wharf to the Golden Gate Bridge. The area around Fishermans Wharf is the San Fransisco Maritime National Historical Park which has an excellent museum, with exhibitions on maritime photography and scrimshaw – the whaler’s craft. There are old ships moored along the piers and a visitor centre telling the history of San Fransisco from the first inhabitants to present day which really brings the city’s story to life.


After lunch I walked in the other direction, past Alcatraz towards the Golden Gate Bridge. Carl was still hanging around so I wandered around a craft fair for a while – so many creative people with beautiful things, it felt very San Fransisco. Carl had retreated a bit so you could see part of the Golden Gate Bridge, it was very beautiful at sunset. 


The next day brought my first experience of San Fransisco’s unusual methods of transportation – I hopped on a streetcar to the restored Ferry Building. The Ferry building is packed with shops offering everything from honey to books to cheese and pottery and even plays host to a farmer’s market at the weekends. Hopping on a ferry I made my way across the bay to Marin county to meet Meredith, a friend I made in Fiji who had just returned home after her travels.


The couple of days I spend with Meredith were great fun, she was so generous to show me round Marin and have me to stay. We ate some great food – amazing Puerto Rican at Sol Food (if you ever get the chance go, it was absolutely delicious), experienced the Californian Institution of In and Out, and one truly American breakfast at Marvin’s Breakfast Club (chicken fried steak, corn beef hash and cinnamon walnut French toast). We saw the beautiful Marin county – driving through golden hills, wandering the shops at Point Reyes Station, gazing at the Golden Gate Bridge and the Pacific and wandering among redwoods. It was a brilliant couple of days.


On my last day in California I rushed around the city trying to see as much of San Fransisco as I could. I rode the cable cars which make easy work of San Fransisco’s hills and somehow give the whole city a friendly feel. I spent a few hours in the Golden Gate park- the botanical gardens were amazing. The scented garden was definitey my favourite and I even saw a hummingbird. I strolled through Chinatown and visited the brilliant City Lights bookstore. City Lights was the heart of the Beat movement in San Fransisco and describes itself say a kind of library that sells books – a great place to sit in the Poet’s chair and read for a while.


I have loved my time in San Fransisco – it is a special place full of free thinkers where difference is strived for and celebrated. I wish I had more time to explore, I know I have only scratched the surface of what the city has to offer.

Dreamers, stars and signs: A few days in Hollywood 

My 13th July 2016 seemed to go on forever – crossing the international date line and the 17 hour time difference from Fiji to Los Angeles was more than a little confusing. After the seemingly unending queue at border control I was finally in the USA. One bus ride later I arrived in Hollywood where so many young dreamers have flocked for decades.


On my first full day I explored Griffith park – home of the Hollywood sign and Griffith Observatory. The Griffith Observatory sits high in the Hollywood hills giving great views across L.A. and of the Hollywood sign. The Observatory itself has some great exhibits, including some amazing pictures of the sun and a timeline of the universe from the Big Bang to the present day made from donated jewellery.


The next day I set out to explore the heart of Hollywood, strolling along the Walk of Fame spotting stars. I found lots – from Winnie the Pooh to Julie Andrews, Ella Fitzgerald to Harrison Ford, and even next door neighbours Kevin Spacey and Donald Trump #underwood2016. I caught a film at the TCL Chinese Theatre and wandered the Dolby Theatre lobby, home of the Oscars.


The rest of my time in L.A. was mostly spent getting over the jet lag and enjoying being in the U.S. again. L.A. is definitely a city designed for cars, I would love to come back one day and explore other parts of it. Hollywood is a place of contrasts, it has a wonderful weirdness – where else would Mickey Mouse and Cat Woman work together to get tips from tourists wanting photos. Hollywood offers the chance of stardom, but far too many dreamers end up on its streets. The world sees the glitz, glamour and fame, but the Oscars never show the homeless woman who sits opposite the Dolby Theatre struggling to survive, or the many more lining Hollywood Boulevard. 


My time in L.A. ends with the last night bus of my wanderings – I’m heading north to San Fransisco.

Bula Fiji

After an 18 hour delay and 21 hours in Auckland airport I landed in Nadi, at the heart of the 333 Polynesian islands that make up Fiji. Fiji’s ‘winter’ is a little different to New Zealand’s – near constant sun, crystal clear turquoise water and 30 degree heat. After one night on the mainland I did what most visitors to Fiji do and headed out to the islands. My home for the next 6 days would be Mana Island.


About an hour by boat from the mainland, passing many beautiful islands we arrived on Mana. My home for the next 5 nights would be Mana Lagoon Backpackers – a hostel on the beach with no internet, part time electricity and great views. 

While we were on Mana most of the island was closed to the public as a TV company had hired most of it to film a programme called Survivor. The space we had may have been limited, but we made the most of it – swimming in the turquoise water, snorkelling with tropical fish on the reef just off the beach and lying in hammocks in the sun. As we got used to Fiji time – when anything can happen at any time, but almost certainly not at the time you were told it would we got more inventive – discussing everything from Donald Trump to Brexit, playing Harry Potter trivial pursuit and making jewellery out of coconut shells. Our evenings were spent tasting the local drink Kava – a cheaper alternative to alcohol that looks and tastes like dirty water and is served in a ceremonial bowl- learning the Fijian Macarena and watching shows put on by the wonderful staff that included danced from all over Polynesia, knife dancing and even a fire dance. 



One of the best things we did was going to visit the island school. There are 60 children in the school, a large proportion of the total population of the island which is only 300. Every day at 2pm the kids get a break from the classroom to get outside and the whole school dances and plays games together. The children were much better at dancing than we were, but spending a couple of hours playing with them was priceless.


On our last night on the island we went to watch the sunset on a sand bank – a tiny island of sand in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The journey may have been a bit rough and we all got soaked, but it was a beautiful end to my time in Fiji. Travelling alone to a desert island in the middle of the Pacific was a bit of a daunting prospect, but I had the best time on Mana and that was because of the people I met – the amazingly genorous locals who looked after us so well and my wonderful fellow travellers. I met some great people who I will hopefully see again soon and my memories of Fiji will be the time I spent with them – spending hours relentlessly mocking eachother’s accents, trying to make a trip to a tiny shop last a morning or being massive Harry Potter nerds. My time in Fiji was great because of the people, and hopefully I will see them all again soon. 

   

Goodbye New Zealand

All too soon, my time in New Zealand has come to an end. I have loved my time here, it has been incredible. I have swum with Dolphins, hiked on a glacier and seen more beautiful places than I can count. I have met some great people along the way and I am sad that I have to go, though of course excited for the next adventure.


I have found New Zealand to be quite different from Australia – the climate is less harsh, everywhere is a lot greener, but perhaps the biggest difference is the relationship with the indigenous people. In New Zealand Maori culture is celebrated and kept alive by all – children learn the Maori language in school, there are celebrations for the Maori New Year and a Maori language week. This is a big contrast to Australia where the relationship is still pretty difficult. One of our Maori guides on one of the trips we did said that a major contributing factor to this difference is what went on during the time when European settlers first arrived – because of the landscaped of New Zealand and the skill of the Maori in guerilla warfare they were able to combat the superior weaponry of the British and thus were never fully conquered as the Aboriginal people were. A lot has gone on since then, but this first relationship helped to define the future relationship.


I will miss the mountains, the rolling hills and all the wildlife, along with the friendly people. If I can I would love to come back here – there is still so much more I want to see! Now to catch my flight – next stop Fiji.

The Far North: Dolphins, horses and lighthouses

For my last New Zealand adventure I headed north to the Bay of Islands. After a lot of hours of a bus, arriving in sub-tropical Paihia to brilliant sunshine was wonderful. I headed straight out on a boat round the bay and out to the hole in the rock. On our journey out we were lucky enough to see fairy penguins swimming in the water and a small pod of bottlenose dolphins. The group of dolphins included a baby in a playful mood – it started doing leaps out of the water. I could have stayed watching them all day, but we headed out to sea to the hole in the rock which is pretty cool – we got to sail right through the middle. On the way back we spotted fur seals on a rock basking in the sun – they only come this far north in the winter. The Bay was beautiful – green islands, golden beaches and lovely calm water. I ended the day watching the sunset on a bench by the beach – perfect.


The next day the weather wasn’t so kind as I headed out on a horse ride. For the first half it stayed dry, but then the rain set in. We rode through beautiful pine forest and up a hill to see there views over the bay which were amazing. My horse Houdini was a bit of a character – after 5 minutes he refused to move, then once we were over halfway he tried to trot all the way home. It was a great afternoon and a different way to see the bay.


On my final day in the north I headed up to Cape Reinga – almost the most northerly point in New Zealand. The cape is where the Pacific Ocean meets the Tasman Sea and is also of special spiritual significance to the Maori people – it is here that they believe the departed souls enter the underworld and begin their journey back home to Polynesia. Our first stop was in an ancient kauri forest – some of the trees were over 4m in diameter. The drive was beautiful – we stopped for Fish and Chips near where the first Maori and first European settlers landed. We were very luck with the weather and when we reached the Cape we could see right out to the 3 Kings Islands. We could also see where the two oceans met – the turquoise Tasman swirling into the deep blue Pacific. It was incredible – so beautiful. 


On our way back south we drove along 90 mile beach – a state highway in New Zealand. I will never get used to driving that fast on a beach. When we stopped we happened to come across a wild horse and a donkey. It was very unusual to see them on the beach – the horse was definitely wild, but the donkey seemed to have escaped from a farm as it approached us and was very comfortable around people. The unusual pairing probably formed as the horse decided the donkey was its baby, and as it had adopted an outsider the herd drove the pair out. Eventually the unusual pair headed back up the dunes and into the forest – definitely not something you see everyday. The drive back was equally beautiful and a wonderful way to finish my time in the far north.


My time in New Zealand is very nearly up – back to Auckland briefly, but it will soon be time to say goodbye.

Glacier Country and the West Coast

In my last few days in the South Island I explored the remote West Coast and in particular Glacier Country. The West Coast is cut off from the South Island’s major cities by the Southern Alps and it is definitely one of the most remote and beautiful places I have been. Rugged coastline with the Tasman Sea beyond backs on to native rainforest and very quickly the Alps themselves.


Glacier country is the area around the Fox and Franz Josef glaciers. There are many ways to explore the glaciers, but I decided to go for a heli-hike – a helicopter flight up onto the glacier then walking on the glacier itself. As someone who is afraid of heights (basically a fear of falling) spending 3 hours hiking on ice which is full of crevasses and undulations was absolutely terrifying, but it was so worth it. The glaciers are constantly changing as the ice buckles under its own weight and meltwater carves paths to the river below – crevasses and holes can appear and disappear at any moment. Walking on the glacier was incredible, we even got to explore some of the shallow crevasses. The world of ice was very beautiful, but I was glad for my crampons and very pleased when it was time to get the helicopter back!



I was in bed if a rest after my icy adventure so I went to the Westland Wildlife centre to see the rarest species of kiwi bird – the Rowi. There are under 400 Rowi left, so the centre is using incredible tracking technology to help save the species. Each adult is tagged and every day a plane flys over their habitat to track the signal. From this they can tell when the adults are looking after an egg – the conservationists then move in and collect the egg so it can be kept safe from the main threat – stoats. The chicks then stay at the centre until they way at least 1kg and can fight off attackers. This seems to be working – numbers are steadily improving, but the Rowi are not safe yet.


My time in the West ended with a long bus journey north. A highlight was stopping at the beautiful pancake rocks and looking out over the Tasman Sea. I’m now heading back to the north island for my last few days in New Zealand – just time for a trip to the far North.


The Beautiful South

For the past few days I have been exploring the beautiful south of New Zealand. Leaving the coast behind, I headed inland to Queenstown where I was staying for a few days. I arrived after dark and left early the next morning for the start of my explorations – a day trip to Milford Sound. It was a long day, but so worth it. The drive took us through the Southern Alps and the incredibly beautiful Fiordland national park, which we were lucky enough to see in the sun. The sun stayed with us throughout our time on Milford Sound – we were very lucky as for 75% of the year it is raining or overcast. Milford is one of the wettest places on earth – the trees are covered in moss which is inches think in places and today was glistening in the sun. As we made our way through the sound to the mouth of the Tasman Sea we passed waterfalls cascading down the steep sides. In the sun rainbows formed in the falls. In amongst the high peaks we even caught a glimpse of a couple of fur seals.

 The day ended back in Queenstown with fireworks to celebrate the Winter Festival. They were spectacular and the town was buzzing with activity. 


The next day was cold, but with clear blue skies. I watched the Winter Festival parade in town – full of Frozen costumes, local businesses advertising their activities, an Abba tribute band from the volunteer firefighters and even snowmen on segways. I then faced my fear of heights to catch the gondola up to a magnificent viewing point looking out over Queenstown. The terror was definitely worth it for the beautiful views of the mountains from 2500ft above sea level.


After Queenstown I made a quick stop in Wanaka. Unfortunately it rained almost the whole time I was there, but the lake was lovely and I found an excellent hot chocolate in town. I’m now heading north again, up the West Coast. The journey has taken me along the Haast Pass through the Southern Alps and up the coast, next stop glacier country.