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Standing in solidarity at the Meanjin Invasion Day Rally

DSC_0187I’ve kick-started the year working in a gigantic beast of a place I like to think of as Planet Hospital. A place where all people, no matter their cultural background, language or financial status are levelled by the equality of disease, crisis, or generally declining health. Where everyone should be entitled to the same support and services. But as you probably know, life, death and health aren’t that equitable after all, especially for Australia’s Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander (ATSI) peoples.

And so it stands, that now I’m a social worker employed by the public health system, that I feel as strongly as ever about rallying in solidarity for those people in my community of Meanjin (Brisbane) on this day – January 26. A day that marks the tragic end of the traditional, Indigenous reality that existed for some 65,000 years. A reality that understands health as not only the physical wellness of the individual but the spiritual and environmental well-being of the broader community.


Organised by the Warriors of the Aboriginal Resistance, today’s rally was the biggest one I have seen in my city, growing stronger every year. The ATSI community is not just asking for us as a nation to change the date of Australia Day, they are asking us to abolish it all together. And if the strength of a community can be measured by the enthusiasm of its youth, then I do believe the broader Aussie community might just have to listen. I know I am.



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Another spork in the road

DSC_0787The ‘journey’ has been sharply focused inward this past year – operating in study survival mode in a pair of weekend pyjamas and a tonne of ice cream – while the all consuming work of completing my Social Work degree took the front seat. Along the way my normally adventurous spirit feels like it has died a slow death.

But Andrés and I have had a master plan all along. Since we returned to Australia five years ago, the mission was very much about educating ourselves to be able to work anywhere in the world, with the opportunity to study landing firmly with me first – age, before beauty and all that. With my degree now firmly under my belt and graduation lined up for December 12, it’s time for Mr to take a lengthy break while I get down to the business of kick starting my career as a hospital social worker.


While this blog has always been about keeping a type of online diary for us, it’s feels like it’s time to capture the beginning of a new chapter. The part where Andrés takes a holiday to China by way of a Christmas stopover in his home country of Colombia. With a one way ticket to Bogotá and a backpack full of electronics, Andrés plans on bunkering down in China for as long as it takes to hone his Mandarin skills, take his passion for synthesizers to the next level, and rest his body from the physical work he’s been doing to keep us going. Hopefully then, he can return for the educate himself bit while I bring home the tofu.


While it’s likely that we will spend six months or more apart, we’ve taken a few lengthy, logistical breaks before and it’s only proven to keep things fresh and independent, so I suspect this next spork in the road will do exactly that. I am still trying to twist Andrés’ writing arm to report from some mountain back street in North Western China (where he kind of might be heading), but we will have to play that by ear.

Until then, it’s all about job hunting for me, trying to get excited about the free stuff on offer in my little Brisbane hood and a whole lot of hoping for positive career change in the year ahead. Perhaps I can even resuscitate my wanderlust and meet Andrés in China around June next year for a reunion.

Andrés sets off on December 13 for his adventure, right after I throw that black cap in the air!


The above images from our time in China, circa 2012 – with plenty of other stories filed under the Categories tab for those of you with a hankering for Southern China.

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Life is the heart of a rainbow

DSC_0028bIt’s seriously been a while. With my travel libido at an all time low these past two semesters, owed in most part to the final throes of my degree, I have done zero exploring and spent most of my time indoors on the books.

But it’s done, after four and a half years. No more study!

Since completing my final prac last week I’ve drunk champagne, caught up on sleep, and applied for jobs, in that order. So it was today, with no money but plenty of free time that I hit the Gallery of Modern Art to see the Yayoi Kusama – Life is the heart of a rainbow exhibition with a friend.

DSC_0019bTo say the Kusama artwork arrested my attention is not an overstatement. I still don’t really know what Life at the heart of a rainbow means (although it feels wildly open to interpretation) but I do know it feels bright and strangely confronting. Probably a bit like my job prospects. Here’s a snap shot!


After all, well, moon is a polka dot, sun is a polka dot, and then, the earth where we live is also a polka dot – Kusama

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Embracing the street art scene of Byron Bay


With a few days off at a mates place and non-stop rain chucking itself down on Byron, I took to the streets in search of inspiration; colour I might normally find in nature around these fertile parts of Northern New South Wales. While the silvery hues of the ocean hold their own special appeal, it seems surfers in steamers were the only ones brave enough to connect with the Winter water temps right now and all was quiet on the streets.


In between frequent visits to this part of Australia nothing seems to change much, but lately there seems to be a prolific resurgence of street art, not particularly new in our main cities, but certainly intense for a small country town on the coast.


New colour seems to be demanding attention in out of the way places; everyday walls transformed in to all sorts of whimsical expression. The local football club now roars with screaming cats, local indigenous sports stars who’ve made it big, and nods to the coastal landscape in the shape of mega waves or psychedelic octopus.


Most people associate Byron with beach time, blue skies and Summer crowds, but there’s a darker creative edge to some of the back streets, and in my eyes it adds another important and more accessible layer to an often high priced local art scene. Under moody skies, the extra painted colour is especially cool, in an I-want-to-sit-in-cosy-restaurants-over-caffeinating-and-reading-books-next-to-the-fire kind of vibe.


Take a peak (below) at the fresh, and not so fresh colour currently gracing good ‘ol Byron town.


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Maiala: Quiet place


Sometimes ‘getting away’ can be as basic as taking a drive to the edge of town, and very bloody lucky for us, the edge of town is a scrubby bushland at the end of our street. It’s the start of a stunning drive that winds some thirty kilometres West of Brisbane’s inner city, all the way to the lush ‘mountain’ region of Mount Glorious. I’ve been using this drive as a stress release, a wind down; hitting the curves of the road every few weeks this past university semester – windows down, music up, singing without shame – all necessary. It’s like the time-poor student’s answer to an express nature hit, without actually needing to leave your car.


Now I’m on semester break it was time to get out, stretch the essay writing back and breathe in the smells of the sweet, soggy rainforest. The park is so close to home, and a dear friend lives there, but lately I’d forgotten how important it was to make real time for nature, in a way that somehow also leads to the most happily intense conversations.


The main national park area at Mount Glorious is known as Maiala, meaning ‘quiet place’ in the language of the Kamilaroi people, the traditional owners of the region. It’s a name that feels perfect to me. With quiet in mind, I wanted to share a little visual slice of the calm, green space that is D’aguilar National Park (below).

Thanks for the insider perspective, Jack! x


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Island life on Espiritu Santo

DSC_0473After our recent stay on Espiritu ‘Santo’ Island I have been reminded how wrong it can be to make assumptions about a country until you explore it for yourself. I avoided going to Bali for years because I assumed it was only about drunk Aussies doing their worst for international relations – yes, that happens, but only in a small part of the island. I also assumed Vanuatu was a destination reserved for the luxury resort crowds but I couldn’t have been more wrong! Yes, Vanuatu has some world class accommodation, but as a nation of 83 islands, over 80% of communities are still living in unadorned, traditional ways.


Located in the beautiful South Pacific, only a few hours by plane from our home in Australia, the Republic of Vanuatu has a history that dates back to 2000 BC. Originally plundered by the Spanish, then the British and French, many of the islands were used as a military base during World War 2. The Ni-Vanuatu people finally reclaimed their archipelago in 1980. While the French and English languages have remained, the national language of Bislama blends together a musical mash of the two that sounds as chilled as the tropical vibe. What I find really interesting is the density of indigenous languages across the islands of Vanuatu – the highest of any nation in the world – where the 113 known languages average only 2,000 speakers per language!


As the largest island, ‘Santo’ feels surprisingly uninhabited. The local food market in the main town of Luganville feels sleepy and uncrowded – a place where locals bring their crops to sell in natural, hand woven baskets. If the idea of fresh tropical fruits, seafood and island grown beef appeals, you won’t be disappointed with the cuisine. I assumed the French might have left a culinary legacy but we didn’t really see any evidence of that on this island.


The main town of Luganville doesn’t win any prizes for urban style, but the natural beauty of the island quickly unfolds as soon as you hit the one paved road that hugs the length of the East coast. Travelling through vast coconut plantations and old growth forests, it’s easy to see how important agriculture and tourism are for this diverse island nation.

Vanuatu has also been recognised in the top ten ethical travel destinations for 2017 – due to their efforts to actively improve the state of their people, government and environment – all the more reason to spend your hard earned holiday funds supporting some of the sustainable tourism efforts of the warm hearted Ni-Van people.

We would definitely jump at the chance to go back!


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Photodump: Port Olry on the slow down

DSC_0452Vanuatu certainly delivers on the extremely beautiful landscape goods. If you like kayaking to uninhabited islands across incredibly clear water, snorkelling with turtles, diving coral reefs, hiking waterfalls, or swimming in bright blue water holes, you will never be lost for something to do in this part of the Pacific. Simply watching the sky, as it transforms the colour of the ocean in to impossible shades of blue sits up there on the top of the must experience while you are there list as well. I’m hoping the following photos suggest more than I can properly say. Port Olry felt pretty damn surreal to us! Kris

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A walk through Port Olry, Vanuatu


Wanting to get an insight into a different culture has always been a huge motivator for me; especially in thinking about where we hope to travel. Our trip to Vanuatu has been no different. Choosing to stay in Port Olry was all about the opportunity to live within a traditional village, a place where other tourists are scarce, and a place where our money could go directly to the community.


With a population of around 1,300 people, accommodation options are generally rustic, there are only two restaurants catering to tourists and a few sparse grocery stores. Power comes on and off at set times and the nightlife generally involves an invitation to share kava in someone’s home, a fire on the beach or a bit of star gazing. The closest atmosphere to a celebration can be found in the local Catholic Church of a Sunday, where people wear their freshest clothes and sing a few mellow hymns. If you are looking for a place with a party vibe you’ll need to keep searching.


Getting to know Angelic, the owner of our beautiful treehouse stay meant I was treated to an invitation in to her home. As Andrés stayed beachside, Angelic and I spent time in her veggie garden where she explained the traditional use of certain plants and vegetables. I learned about the leaf that is placed behind your ear to protect you from evil, an important necessity before we climbed through the ‘jungle’. We hiked through old strangler figs to the cliff top overlooking the village, all the time Angelic nursing her youngest of five children. We stopped regularly in the shade to chat intensely about our lives, and despite our different experiences we quickly discovered common ground as women. I like to think we shared some truths that strengthened both of our spirits.


As an English speaker that grew up on a neighbouring island, Angelic explained to me how socially complex the predominately French speaking town is. Families mostly live together across a few generations and they work together in a traditionally cooperative way, sharing resources and money between them as need be. With five children, growing food for Angelic is relatively secure and a growing influx of travellers helps bring much needed funds to this somewhat isolated community.

Port Olry is exactly the type of place I would love to start a community development project, so as we hiked Angelic and I threw around some ideas about how she might start to work with other women in the village to gain some much needed financial independence.

DSC_0526We hesitated in venturing too far from our bungalow in the first couple of days, wanting to feel out the vibe of the place; aware of stepping in to anyone’s space without a real invitation. But meeting locals in this beautiful landscape turns out to be really natural and easy, as they are some of the loveliest, warm hearted people we have ever met. If you ever get the chance to spend some time in this little corner of Santo just make sure you’ve left enough island time to mix with the traditional owners of the land and hear about how they are aiming to protect their fragile environment.



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Vanuatu: A treehouse perspective


I’ve been plotting a mini holiday since final exams last year, something close to home, not too pricey. Somewhere with flights on sale and hardly any other tourists when you get there. Not to mention, a destination where we could unplug within a different culture. Ideally, it would be a place where we could surround ourselves with nature, in an intense chill down kind of way. Sounds like a big ask, I know. A week off work is all we could really afford. Then I saw a photo of an earthy, seaside treehouse, taken during a friends recent trip to Vanuatu. They had visited the treehouse on a day trip from Luganville but didn’t stay there. It was exactly what I was looking for.


Some sixty kilometres along a road that carves through an intense green landscape of coconut palms and gigantic fig trees; Port Olry sits rather remotely on the edge of an incredibly beautiful beach, looking across to several uninhabited islands. What appealed to me was the location, away from the five star resorts I have always rather discriminatorily associated with Vanuatu. Not that I can’t appreciate luxury but my camping roots, earning potential and tight arse nature mean I always seem to gravitate towards the budget option.


Predominantly a working, cooperative community, Ni Van locals work the land and sustain quite a pristine, traditional environment. There are very few bungalows to stay in so you mostly get the sense of having the place to yourselves and therefore the opportunity to really connect with the locals. It’s all a bit perfect really. I am also increasingly drawn to destinations that translate to ethical tourism and the treehouse certainly sits within that idea. By staying in locally owned and run accommodation you are supporting the community – a choice that seems to be dwindling, like everywhere, due to increasing foreign investment.


The Port Olry Treehouse Bungalows are for those of you that like the earthy vibe of camping. Right on the beachfront, you fall asleep to the crash of the water and the rustle of the trees. The stars and the sunsets are incredible and if you can wake up with the sun or snorkel at sunset, you can swim with some of the incredibly peaceful local turtles. If you are cool with no power, living on low level solar lamp, cold showers and no fan, then you’re all good. We really wouldn’t want it any other way in that kind of place. There are two treehouses that sleep a couple in the smaller bungalow, or room for a family in the larger one. The smaller treehouse has an amazing shower that is setup outdoors in the roots of the banyan tree. After swimming all day on the salty reefs, an a la natural rainwater shower feels super deluxe.


If you’re stretching the dollars: The only challenge if you’re on a budget is eating and transport. Accommodation costs are comparable to similar places in South East Asia. The beachfront area has a couple of restaurants but they are pricey by backpacker standards. We worked out late in our stay that you can ask locals to make you a home made meal and you pick it up after ordering earlier in the day. Those meals cost about 1,000 Vatu (roughly $12 AUSD). Meals in restaurants are about 1,500-4,000 Vatu and the food is excellent. If you can afford a splurge the lobster is totally memorable.

Getting there: if you arrive on Espiritu Santo Island before around 4pm you should be able to get a public bus all the way up to Port Olry for about 1,000 Vatu, a taxi for 4,000-8,000 Vatu, or you can hire a car from the lovely people at this place.

How to book: The best way to plan your stay is to contact the owners, Angelic or Jean. You can message them directly on Facebook.

You might want to bring: a good head torch, snacks, a fuel camp stove so you can save a bit of cash cooking, a game to play with the locals (like frisbee or some kind of ball game), bug spray, water if you don’t like drinking the local rain water (I drank it no problem), and any old clothes or tools to give away in the village. Even better, if you wanted to volunteer your skills and time to a community, this is exactly the kind of place that would be open to any ideas of support.

We could have easily stayed another week! 


I wasn’t encouraged or reimbursed to write about this place, it was just too fabulous not to share. I also thought, while I have the opportunity to promote a community that is working together in such an environmentally friendly and sustainable way, it’s the least I can do to say thanks for our stay. 


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Celebrating Indigenous Culture – Survival Day in Arakwal Country


Yesterday, this proud man spoke about his life as an Aboriginal person, how he had wandered all over the country, became lost from his mob, then eventually connected with the  local Bandjulung tribe of Arakwal Nation on the New South Wales North Coast. He told us how he was welcomed and accepted as one of their mob even though he was different.

Perhaps most importantly, he spoke about how proud he is to have a strong spirit and a connection to mother earth; that on Australia Day the indigenous community come together to celebrate the incredible survival of their culture. His focus was very much on the tenacity and resilience of Indigenous Aussies, looking towards the future – recognising, but not focusing on all they have lost.


The community event was held at a traditional meeting place next to the ocean at Byron Bay, where locals and travellers gathered around to hear speeches, listen to music and express themselves through the community arts projects. The audience were quick to get involved in the communal dancing and people curious about the reason for the event had an opportunity to ask questions. Overall it was an uplifting, positive community gathering that reminded me just how important it is to connect on a one to one level about entrenched social issues.

Heading in to my fourth year of social work this year I have definitely felt awakened to indigenous issues in Australia. I used to feel ashamed about how little I knew about the reality of life for Indigenous Aussies, but now I realise how not knowing is more the norm in our country. Finding out and getting involved are actually pretty easy if you want to.


No matter how patriotic you are as an Australian, I believe it’s easy to see how celebrating our way of life as a nation, on the very date that marks the beginning of the horrific indigenous massacres, the fight for land rights, and the ongoing discrimination of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples, could be inflammatory. More and more people seem to understand how important it would be for us to simply change the date of Australia Day to a day that would be more inclusive and less traumatic for Indigenous Aussies.

Seeing the public support at the Survival Day event in Byron, and the record crowds at marches across Australia, I feel hopeful that understanding and respect for indigenous issues and people are growing.

If you want to know more or want to get involved, here are some good places to start:
Creative spirits
Indigenous Community Volunteers
Department of the Prime Minister and Cabinet


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