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miami | usa

travel October 5, 2014

It was a bitter sweet moment leaving Mexico, but was met in Miami by one of the nicest immigration officers ever and of course one of the most awesome gringos the USA has to offer.

I was treated to the ultimate American experience full of tex mex, burgers and beer; loud music, crazy massive clubs and free champagne; deco bikes, kayaks and beaches; the best weather, best sunsets and the best company possible! I flew home from Miami feeling browner, even more relaxed and ready to see my fantastic friends back home in Melbourne.

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mexico city again | mexico

travel October 4, 2014

I loved flying in and out of Mexico City – It is one of those places that looks amazing from above. At night time it is covered in a seemingly endless blanket of lights, and during the day is a grey backdrop with every possible colour under the sun scattered throughout. It had also began to give me the same feeling as when flying into Wellington and Melbourne – knowing that this was a place that I could always come back to and feel welcomed.

During my time there I had been treated like part of the family, and the longer I was there, the more I wanted to experience and see. I felt that there was not enough time left to do all I wanted to and as my list kept growing I knew that I would just have to come back again – to another place to call home.

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guadalajara | mexico

travel October 3, 2014

Guadalajara was a beautiful place, full of people riding bikes, amazing museums and of course some of the best tequila! For the first time on my journey I didn’t really feel like making conversation and simply walked the streets, saw the sights and observed from an outside perspective.

I felt that before I had even really seen Guadalajara I was leaving on a 10hr bus trip across Mexico into Mexico City, but that was ok for me at this stage of my trip as I knew I would have another chance to experience this city in the proper manner. I was looking forward to going back to the place where I began, to explore and spend my last few days in the company of mis papas.

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puerto vallarta | mexico

travel October 2, 2014

Puerto Vallarta was a holiday within my holiday. It was where I met up with my fantastic friends from New Zealand and where one of them married her incredible partner. It was a much needed resting point for me after travelling for almost 2 1/2 months, and after a flight delay out of Oaxaca, the best possible, yet unexpected, 6 hour stopover in Mexico DF visiting mis papas, and almost missing my flight and getting my name called over the speaker at the airport, I arrived and I just stopped.

Over the next few days I was content in doing nothing but relaxing, celebrating, catching up and having a slice of kiwi time with my girls in one of the most beautiful settings possible. I relaxed so much that I stayed an extra day, ended up losing my phone but wouldn’t have had it any other way!

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oaxaca | mexico

travel October 1, 2014

Even before arriving, I knew that Oaxaca was the best place for me to be in after farwelling mi amigo and starting off again on my own. I had chosen to stay here well before arriving in Mexico because it was a known heaven of four of my favourite things – food, chocolate, art and culture. I had given myself 5 days to explore – I enjoyed the festivities over the semana santa, I worked my way through my list of all the best foods that were on offer, I sampled mezcal with my newly made friends, I wandered through all the art galleries and visited the alebrije workshops in the small towns, and out of all of these experiences I didn’t expect that one would surpass the other, especially in such an unexpected place for me.

I had been told to visit a place called hierve el agua, just out of Oaxaca City, so I went with a group of mexican tourists that were on their holiday break. I did not know much about where I was going and couldn’t understand the detailed explanation that was being told to us in spanish on the way there, but I feel this worked in my favour – sometimes being ignorant is bliss. When I arrived, I was in awe. It was instantly one of the most incredible places and one of the most amazing sights I have seen to date. I followed the path and made my way to the highest point, on top of the petrified water and simply sat there, let time surpass and looked out on what seemed to be the edge of the world.

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from merida to san cristobal | mexico

travel September 27, 2014

My journey from Cancun to Oaxaca was always left open. Everything else had been planned in advance, but I had been told by my very knowledgeable friends that sometimes things are best left unplanned, and things could not have worked out better.

Mi amigo, from my journey through Guatemala, joined me in what ended up being a simple incredible adventure through an amazing piece of Mexico. We both shared a love for seeing, being and just enjoying. He taught me everything I could ever know about the culture, history, food and drink. Together we saw the towns we visited change around us from day to night.

Our days in Merida were spent exploring – from climbing down ladders into beautiful crystal clear cenotes to lying under the trees and taking in the philosophies of Uxmal. The nights were spent under Agus’s roof, sampling his special tonic and infused rums.

Palenque was an overnight bus away and was where we enjoyed all that the jungle put forward for us – a morning exploring the ruin site, an afternoon next to the river with the Mexican delicacies of coronitas y papitas con salsa, and a night of dining, drinking and dancing in the midst of the jungle.

The journey through Chiapas allowed us to stop at Agua Azul – a truly beautiful set of cascades, that we enjoyed before continuing back on the road to San Cristobal, over what seemed to be a hundred thousand pinches topes!

And then San Cris. Ever since arriving and running through the cold air to the hostel, it had won me over. There was something about this town that took a hold of me, the streets were alive. We found ourselves wandering again under the full moon, just as we had done a month before, sitting and watching the world go past, sometimes without speaking a word, and drinking – as you do when you are in Mexico! Cervezas, tequila, vino, posk, dos cubitas, and my first taste of mezcal!

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panama city | panama

travel August 27, 2014

Everything about Panama was cinematic – it had an elegance, an old classic feel to it. I stayed in Casco Viejo, the old town, where even walking through the streets made you feel like you were on a movie set. It was an unexpected beauty that I’m so happy I had found.

The pace of life seemed to slow as I wandered between the colonial buildings. It was the perfect setting for where I was in my journey – a place to relax and reflect. I sat along the sea walls and starred out over the ocean, at the ships that I had once been on a few years before and had looked out to where I now was – in the place that I had called the Emerald City.

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havana again | cuba

travel August 25, 2014

I returned to havana with fresh eyes. I didn’t feel the love when I first arrived but wanted to give it another chance – after all, my whole experience of Cuba had been a tempestuous one! I felt that in the past two weeks I had learnt a lot about Cuba and the culture and Cuba had taught me a lot about just relaxing, enjoying and living.

I started walking the streets in a different manner. The whistles and kissing noises didn’t seem to bother me anymore, I was happy to eat at the same two restaurants for breakfast, lunch and dinner two days in a row, the tall narrow streets no longer made me feel uneasy, and I drank rum, danced on rooftops and smoked cigars with the locals. I left Cuba in lust, ready to go back again sometime soon and fall completely in love.

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baracoa | cuba

travel August 23, 2014

Baracoa is a small little town on the east coast of Cuba, know for chocolate, it’s beautiful fruit and rain. Strangely enough, I love rain – there is something calming about it, especially when you can feel the air change.

On my first afternoon there, I had walked up to El Castillo on the top of one of the hills and was in perfect time to watch the rain come in over the town. The air cooled, the rain passed over, and in half an hour it was gone. This happened frequently over the next two days, and each time everyone retreated inside, then came back out and continued with their day as if nothing had happened.

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santiago de cuba | cuba

travel August 21, 2014

So in Santiago de Cuba I fell – right on the curb, with bottles of water in my hands, in the middle of the street. It wasn’t like I tripped on something, my ankle just decided to give up on me for a second and I literally just fell forward onto the street. I picked myself up and laughed it off, but in my head I just wanted to be a child and cry! I was just starting to feel better after being sick for a few days and my day so far hadn’t been awesome – a lot of little things seemed to have got the better of me.

As I was walking away feeling sorry for myself I looked around at where I was and felt like giving myself a slap in the face. I was in Cuba, a country that has definitely had its fair share of bad days and at a much larger scale than I ever have and still seemed to carry on in a incredibly happy manner. So I did what any Cuban would do – I went and brought myself a 5 peso slice of pizza, ate a scoop of ice cream from the coppelia, had a rum, listened to music on the streets and went dancing!

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