Female solo travel to places that intrigue and inspire
My name's Rachel and I'm a British twenty-something woman going (mostly) solo to places that intrigue and inspire. I'm a blogger, writer and dreamer.
I wasn’t sure what to expect from Wellington, New Zealand’s capital city; all I knew prior to arriving was that it was very windy (this definitely turned out to be true!). Sitting right at the bottom of the North Island,…
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When I told people that I was going to visit New Zealand on my way home from Australia, they all told me to head straight to the South Island for its stunning scenery. However, the thing that had drawn me…
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I’m lucky enough to be a very healthy person. I very rarely get sick. Of course, sod’s law dictates that when I do, it tends to be fairly dramatically, and always, always when I’m on my travels. I spent the…
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Regular readers may be wondering what happened to New Zealand; after taking you through my two years in Australia I left you at Brisbane airport, on the way to Auckland, and now we’re suddenly in Poland! I am working on…
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I’ve always tried to visit historical sites of trauma when I find myself in a region where something terrible happened. Not because I have some weird fascination with death and destruction, as some people might think, but because I believe…
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After my last-minute decision to stop off in Townsville and go looking for koalas on Magnetic Island, it was time to board the northbound Greyhound bus one last time, for the final leg of my journey up the Queensland coast….
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I was never intending to stop off in Townsville. I was running out of time before my Working Holiday Visa expired and I had to leave Australia, and I was keen to get to Cairns and explore the rainforest and…
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After ticking learning to surf off my bucket list, and enjoying the tranquil beachside life of Agnes Water for a few days, it was time to re-board the north-bound Greyhound bus. Next up was the popular backpacker town of Airlie…
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After my Fraser Island adventure and whale-watching excitement in Hervey Bay, it was time to hop back onto the Greyhound bus to head north for another four hours to the Central Queensland beach towns of Agnes Water and 1770. The…
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It was hard to believe, but almost two years had passed since I first landed in Brisbane on a Working Holiday Visa, intending to spend just “a few months” in Australia. It was time to ditch the “Working” part of…
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