So I’m slowly coming out of my ‘can’t be fucked’ ness – apologies to those who I’ve offended – it is just a word – and really the only word I can find that adequately describes how I’ve been feeling. I could go on here about my word finding difficulties and severe memory issues that…
Now is the only time you have
I don’t know about you, but I sure needed this reminder today of something that happened to me nearly 6 years ago and the huge learning that I received…… As the ‘Silly Season’ can take hold of us, suck us into that vortex of consumerism and throw our values of good health and vitality to…
How do you afford it?!
What’s the number one question I get? And no, it’s not “Are you Single?” 😆 Hard to believe right? 🤣 It’s a question I get ALL the time “How can you afford to travel? To live the way you do?” “How do you afford it Andrea?!” Do you know what my no.1 reason is? The…
The love of travel: A day in the life of Andrea’s Adventures
What is it about solo travel travel that I love so much? Hopefully this might just communicate with you a little bit why I love to travel…..and what sort of things I get up to along the way…. A few days ago I rode into a small 800 person town called Pemberton in…
Munda Biddi Trail Magic
Nearly a week ago I set out on the 1000km Munda Biddi off road trail from Perth to Albany. I’ve been blessed with beautiful weather and am having the most amazing time. Here’s a post from my FB page on my journey so far…. The Mundi Biddi trail is amazing! Currently having such an amazing…
The magic in Mandurah
An opportunity came up for me to look after 3 rabbits and house sit in Mandurah, Western Australia. I had never been to WA before and it seemed like a perfect experience to settle to write my book on my Myanmar and Thailand experiences. It was my first Winter in nearly 7 years. It was…
Listen to your Intuition – being drugged, robbed, attacked… and eating Watermelon
The village is awake early here in Kawkariek. It’s 5:15am, the sun is bright and the piercing groaning and rattling from the trucks shakes through into your bones. I pull on my bright pink body covering poncho, pull my dress down past my knees (to fit in in conservative Myanmar) and go to wander the…
Myanmar Mountains, bye- byes, and rationed power – welcome to Burma!
As I reluctantly handed over 20,000 kyat for a windowless room large enough for a single bed and a fan on the wall, I padlocked my bike downstairs went upstairs to have a shower. The only unlocked door was that of what seemed like a giant concrete bath full of water. The drain pipe was clogged…
Crossing into Myanmar
So my last few days in Thailand had me clinging to the edges of my tent at 1am to hold it down from a furious wind in pouring down rain; walking my laden bike hill after muddy hill through small, rustic villages in unrelenting, cold, rain, completely out of character for the season; frantically trying…
The bumpy road ahead
I woke at 5am, my legs aching from cycling 100 hilly km the day before and then being forced to curl into a ball for the whole night to avoid touching the sodden sides of the tent. It was like I was on an island with the outside edges of my Yoga mat having soaked…
