Author Archive: The Imagination Trail

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.

How to see the Great Ocean Road without a car

Great Ocean Road Without A Car

Australia is a place where it helps to have a car to get around; the distances between sights can be massive, and public transport can be sparse. However, as someone who is a nervous driver, but who also much prefers…
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The Bumblefuck Chronicles, part 2: onions, backpacker wine, and an unexpected winter

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I seem to begin every post now with an apology for my absence. My excuse this time is a mixture of failing technology, farmwork, a few weeks of distraction in hiking and crocodile-spotting in the Northern Territory, a busy but…
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The Bumblefuck Chronicles, part 1: How NOT to do your 88 days of farmwork

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Reader. Hello. Thank you for still being here. It’s been a while, once again. If you follow me on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram, you may recall that in April I went off on a mission to find that elusive 88…
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Broke in Brisbane; or, how I didn’t give up on my Working Holiday Visa

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Reader, it’s been a while. Hello. I’ll start by apologising for the silence, and the massive chunk of my South East Asian story that’s still missing from the blog. I’m working on it. The past five months have simply been…
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Yoga, parties, and the most evil mosquitoes yet: volunteering on Koh Phangan

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I wasn’t that excited about going to Thailand to be honest. There wasn’t anything luring me there, but I felt that I couldn’t really miss it out on a South East Asia trip, especially as it was kind of on…
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How George Town lived up to the hype

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I’ve been a little suspicious of anywhere that other solo travellers rave about, ever since their recommendations landed me on the sleazy party island of Gili T, so I boarded the bus in Tanah Rata bound for George Town on…
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