It’s not all Tubing in Laos
When planning my trip to Laos I was asked ‘what’s the attraction there? Just going to go tubing?’ Nearly everyone I spoke with assumed that a visit to Laos simply equalled tubing; the backpacker pastime of drifting down a river...
Okinawa, Japan
A sundered and worn knuckle comes crashing into a wooden step with the force of a sledgehammer. This process repeats itself not once, not twice, but throughout the entire duration of our ascent up the stairs leading to the Karate Museum. Master Dr. Hokama Tetsuhiro’s knuckles are boulders, battered and tortured dead after years of...
Adventuring Abroad
Have you ever eaten a guinea pig? Been proposed to by a stranger? Slept in a desert under the stars? Been stung 17 times by wasps in a jungle? Isabelle Jameison answers ‘yes’ to all of these. While she highly recommends global travel, Isabelle warns that a balanced mix of spontaneity and caution is essential. Arriving...
My Sunday With Sandy
When it comes to choosing a place to let one’s hair down, Half Moon Bay in Melbourne’s southeast is high on one’s hit list, writes Edwin Wong. As the Beatles’ “Here Comes The Sun” serenades from a quirky stereo nearby, its charming tune is gradually drowned out by the mesmeric symphony churned up by sloshing...
Just Avoid the Prams.
You’re not a kid. You don’t have a kid. No connections to a small child, or a small child you would want to take out in public. That’s ok. You can still enjoy the Melbourne Show. For people of a certain age the thought of an event such as the Melbourne Show conjures up a...
The Local’s One-Day Guide To Singapore
“Wandering aimlessly around Singapore’s retail hub isn’t the sole option of someone who only has one day in the shiny city-state. Read on for some of Singapore’s best-kept secrets.” Sentosa, the Merlion, and Orchard Road come to mind when Singapore, the little island poised at the south of Malaysia is mentioned. But for those weary...
Kayaking in Frankston
There’s nothing more satisfying than sinking your feet into warm sand, having a cold drink and watching the waves crash gently on the Frankston shoreline. Dry land. No drowning, sharks, rips or tide pools. No waves, stingrays or blue ringed octopuses—safe. So why the hell did I board a kayak? Barry convinced me. My so-called,...
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