Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers magically becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that…

Traveling is: the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country

at the sydney airport, waiting to check in to my tiger airways flight back to melbourne. Did I mention that I sometime love traveling alone?

the dust storm hits sydney on my way from melbourne to sydney. it was quite bad, the plane couldn’t land and went circling on the air for around 20-30 minutes. Alhamdulillah, thank god i was okay. 

September 2009

the bondi beach white sand. September 2009.

Nothing beats the feeling. 

Constant yearning.