Favourite Song Friday

Here is today’s Favourite Song – Carly Rae Jepson’s Call Me Maybe

Whilst I thought her song, released in 2012, was pretty catchy it took on a while new level of enjoyment when I saw the Harvard Baseball Team doing their own moves to the song on YouTube.


They are on a journey in a van whilst performing the number so that has the travel side of things covered.

Have a look, you won’t be disappointed.

Favourite Song Friday

Here is a new thing I’m doing – Favourite Song Friday.

This is one of my all time favourites – Andrew Gold’s Lonely Boy.


It doesn’t have a great deal to do with travel, although he does leave home in the song, but I figure any piece of music that gets you moving the way this song does has to be appropriate to a blog about travel… right?


(and let me know your favourite songs for travel, or just walking).

Pirates, fact and fiction

International Talk Like a Pirate Day is September 19th.

I wrote a post about real pirates a few years ago after sailing through the Gulf of Aden, famous for the Somali pirates who frequent those waters.

But most people are familiar with pirates through children’s books or movies, so here a few pretty images from my daughter’s book of Pirates:

and from some very familiar films:


Perhaps you have some other thoughts or emotions stirred up by this ridiculous but unique day in the calendar, based upon pirates, fact and fiction.


Time travel (how I wish I could)

“The bad news is time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot.” – Michael Althsuler

This weekend marks the 30th anniversary of the start of my big overseas backpacking adventure.

On September 9th 1986, at a very tender age, I set off alone into the wild blue yonder.

I had lots of time, and not a great deal of money, to travel the world and experience what I could.

I said goodbye to Mum and Dad and did what many young Australians did in the 1980s – put on a backpack and travelled to the other side of the world with a vague plan to see Europe.

I had purchased a return ticket (which I eventually extended by a month),

I had one friend in England

and not a clue about what to expect on my travels.


Life in Camelot’s ticket to adventure


Life in Camelot’s ticket to adventure

I marvelled at seeing Mother England,


Life in Camelot and a Beefeater at the Tower of London

where the east coast beaches had no sand, just rocks!


Life in Camelot at Snape Moultings in Suffolk, England

Then popped across to the Emerald Isle, which was great craic…

Genevieve & Mary - Ring of Kerry, Ireland 1986 (2)

Life in Camelot and Mary in Ireland

Then I launched myself across the English Channel, alone, and was less than impressed with Paris, or more accurately, with the way I couldn’t communicate with the Parisians.

I stopped off in Nice and Monte Carlo (where I met fellow Australian travellers) and then continued on eastwards to Italy.


Life in Camelot with fellow travellers in Monte Carlo

The journey only got better from there because…

…Italy was gorgeous,


Life in Camelot and Mathew at Trevi Fountain, Rome.


Life in Camelot at the top of St Peter’s Basilica, Vatican.

Greece was marvellous,


Life In Camelot with Michelle and Mike, American backpackers.


Life In Camelot with fellow international backpackers in Santorini.


Life In Camelot at Thira, Santorini

and Turkey was sensational.


Life In Camelot in Turkey


Life In Camelot in Marmaris, Turkey.

Haga Sofia  Istanbul  Turkey - 1986

Life In Camelot in Istanbul.

Genevieve at Turkish Wedding in Izmir  Turkey - 1986

Life In Camelot at Turkish wedding in Izmir

Genevieve at dinner with Erol and friends - Turkey 1986

Life In Camelot in Kusadasi with Australian and Turkish friends.

But the months passed, the northern winter approached and I was getting colder, more homesick and very low on money.

So I headed westward through the same countries and returned to the United Kingdom to travel a bit more (with my fiance who’d flown over to spend Christmas with me) before going home to Sydney, Australia.


Life In Camelot at Loch Lochy, Scottish Highlands


Life In Camelot in Scottish Highlands


Life In Camelot, Aviemore, Scottish Highlands


Life In Camelot, Twickenham, England.

Over the years I have been lucky enough to return to all of those countries, apart from Ireland, but I do plan on returning to them as many more times as I can, as well as all the other countries on my long list.

30 years later I might have a bit more money but also less time to travel as much as I’d like.

I do wish I could travel back in time to relive that wonderful journey with the knowledge I now have, but until that becomes a possibility, I have my photos and more importantly, my memories of my grand adventure.

“Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.” – Oscar Wilde

Travel theme: Sport

This week’s topic from Where’s My Backpack blog – Travel theme: Sport

Travelling isn’t always as easy as it should be on holiday and some of what you experience (or endure) can feel like you are participating in an olympic sport.

First, you must get your bags to the airport or cruise terminal.

This involves upper body strength, good timing and great precision as your goal is to ensure the bags arrive at the same destination as you.


Head down and focus on the finish line.

Then you must stand in line, waiting for your turn to board. This can feel like a constant tug-of-war with pompous officials and, if you get your timing right, you can board your vessel in time to relax and pop into something comfortable.


There’s always pushing and shoving to get on board.

Once you’ve settled in to your holiday you will no doubt undertake various activities, or sports, to keep you busy and ensure you have some interesting photos to show your workmates when you return.

If you choose to sightsee or take daytrips, make sure you are familiar with your method of transport; familiarise yourself with the local rules as penalties may apply for misuse.


Beware of under-aged drivers and traffic jams!


Which way to the Grand Prix?


Well I did request air-conditioning…

When participating in extra-curricular sporting activities you need to keep you feet on the ground,


Always wear matching team colours.

keep your equipment dry,


Don’t allow the competition to make you lose your balance.

but not too dry,


Don’t make the acceptance phone call before you’ve actually won.


and keep your eyes on the game at all times.

Disneyland 4 - December 2009

Protective eyewear can be handy.

At the end of your trip, you may be tired, you may be distracted but make sure you have enough left in you to tackle the last sporting challenge of your journey – collecting your baggage and queueing for an eternity to get through customs in  your own country.


I have a black belt in dealing with airline baggage belts.


The final hurdle, then home.

As you can see, travelling is a lot like an olympic sport: if at first you do not succeed, try and try again (or fly and fly again)!

Harmony in Hiroshima

This week’s blog topic from Where’s My Backpack blog – Travel theme: Harmony

Hiroshima was in the news recently when Barack Obama made his visit there – the first US president to do so since the 1945 nuclear attack. This visit brought up the collective memories and consciousness of the horror that occurred almost 71 years ago, when according to the president’s speech, “the world was changed”.

His visit also highlighted the need for reconciliation between nations previously at war, and a future that relies on harmony.

I visited Hiroshima just 2 months prior to the president’s visit as part of the itinerary of Queen Elizabeth’s 2016 World Cruise and of course I expected to see the peace park, memorial museum and the bomb site, that includes the famous A-bomb dome, (preserved as a symbol of peace), to remind the world of the events of August 6th 1945.

But I didn’t visit any of them.

Instead I spent the day on Miyajima Island, where I experienced complete harmony with nature; the island is a little piece of heaven “where people and gods live together”.


Welcome to Hiroshima

After disembarking Queen Elizabeth into the cool morning we entered the tin shed that served as a passenger terminal but this cold metal exterior belied the atmosphere within.  The maiden call of Queen Elizabeth brought excitement, wonder and many smiles to the locals who welcomed us warmly.  They even had a small display showing the history of Cunard, along with many local goods and services.


Excitement at Queen Elizabeth’s maiden voyage here

I was drawn to the volunteer welcomers, all pretty in pink, because I have volunteered in a similar position at Port Melbourne to welcome the cruise ships to my city. I approached them and asked if I could pose with them, and after showing them some photos of me in the role in Melbourne, along with some helpful translation, they were delighted.


Hiroshima’s Cruise Welcomers

Waterfront welcomers with ship

Life in Camelot working as a Waterfront Welcomer in Melbourne


Life in Camelot with the Hiroshima Cruise Welcomers

After utilising the free internet in the terminal (Cunard really needs to step into the 21st century and provide free internet services), my husband and I each bought a one day streetcar (an electric railway) and ferry pass for 840 yen (just under AU$10).  The streetcar journey took about 30 minutes to reach Miyajimaguchi where we then boarded the ferry.


The ferry to Miyajima Island

It only took 10 minutes for the ferry to transport us to Miyajima where the majestic Tori gate beckoned us into the shore. We were greeted at the terminal by a deer – it seemed tame – as it sniffed around my handbag for food.

As we wandered along the waterfront I discovered that the deer are everywhere and live in harmony on the island with the traders and the tourists.


Greeted by inquisitive deer

They were just so photogenic and placid that I could have stayed with them all day.

I even took photos of other tourists enjoying the deer…


Excited tourists posing with the deer

… and then I reached the Tori gate!

This majestic gate was far more orange than I’d expected but still so grand.  The tide was in as we approached and I took loads and loads of photos of it, with my iPhone and my SLR (the film not developed yet as I write this).


Miyajima’s Tori Gate


Life in Camelot and husband, King Arthur, pose with the Tori Gate


A vision for sore eyes

I could have sat and gazed at the gate, the water and the gorgeous deer for hours but there was more to see on Miyajima Island, this little slice of Japanese countryside bliss.

There were a lot of people wandering about the Itsukushima Shrine, which also appears to float in the ocean when the tide is in, but we were drawn to Mt Misen and felt compelled to climb it before doing anything else.


Itsukushima Shrine

I love a good cable car ride up a mountain (that will be another blog post some day) and was excited at the prospect of riding the ‘ropeway’ as the Japanese call them.  However we didn’t have any cash on us that day and couldn’t see any credit card signs at the ticket office; however this didn’t phase me too much as it was the most glorious day and we were drawn up the mountain by the sheer beauty and serenity.


Directions up Mt Misen


5 storied pagoda

The ascent was made easy by the sheer beauty of crossing little stone bridges, over creeks, waterfalls and koi-filled ponds, shaded by handsome trees, and of course, more friendly deer.


Ascending Mt Misen


Koi pond


Life in Camelot with a deer friend

We never made it onto the ropeway ride because at the top (and main entrance) we discovered that the ride required a further 2 or so hours spent on top of the mountain, time we didn’t really have before returning to Queen Elizabeth.

So we descended the mountain via a different, but just as beautiful path and drank in the tranquility of this little piece of heaven, near Hiroshima.

Communing with nature makes you hungry though, and after buying some gifts and souvenirs (I just had to get something to celebrate the gate and the deer),

we ducked into one of the little restaurants that faced the ocean for a late lunch.

As if all those giant oysters weren’t enough, my husband had to stop at one of the local vendors to try his luck with some barbequed octopus on a stick (he claims it was still struggling as it went down),

and I indulged in one of the little cakes in the shape of the maple leaf as we strolled back along past many tourist shops.

Maple cakes

Momiji Manju, is the name given to the maple-leaf shaped pastries found on Miyamija Island.  They consist of a dough of flour, water, sugar and starch and are filled with red bean paste. They are boiled but served cold, usually at teatime.  It has been this way since the 14th century.

As we approached the Tori gate again my heart skipped a beat because whilst we’d been frolicking in the mountains with the deer the tide had gone out and it became possible to take even more photos, down at the water level.


Low tide at the Tori gate


What a grand structure

Of course it was just at this time that my trusty NIKON SLR camera (only about 17 years old) decided to stop working completely – it may have been just one deer shot too many – so I only had my iPhone to rely on for the rest of the photos.  However, that didn’t stop me from taking as many as possible, including the obligatory ‘selfie’ in front of the gate.


Selfie at the Tori gate


Barnacles and coins to make a wish upon the Tori gate


A very happy traveller


Beautiful day on Miyajima Island

It was with a heavy heart that I boarded the ferry back to the mainland because I could have stayed there and enjoyed the peace and harmony of the island all day long.  But we had intended to try to see the city of Hiroshima as well before heading back to Queen Elizabeth.

As luck would have it, (or possibly not), we’d spent so many hours on Miyajima we ran out of time and had to return to the catch the last shuttle back to the cruise terminal.  It was still a hive of activity  with visitors keen to see the ship and partake in the festivities of this day.

I used the free internet again, watched a display of young sword fighters and saw some sturgeon being sold by a local fisherman.


Farewell performance for cruise passengers


Baby sturgeon for sale

I talked to some lovely local women who gave me brochures for my scrapbook and practiced their English; they were even impressed at my 3 or 4 words of Japanese; they really are so well-mannered.

Then I joined my husband back in our port-side stateroom where we watched the Hiroshima police band play for us whilst the excited locals waved their glowsticks with gusto.


Police band and groupies farewell Queen Elizabeth


Farewell Hiroshima – we shall return

When we reconnected with our fellow passengers that evening we heard many stories about how sad and poignant their visits had been; some people who had spent their time between the peace memorial and the island wished they’d only been to the island, because the island offered an idyllic escape from the grim reminders of war in the city.

As we sailed away to our next port I was left so inspired and moved by Hiroshima, it’s people, nature and harmony.



These boots were made for walking…


Above all, do not lose your desire to walk:

every day I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness; I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it… but by sitting still, and the more one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill…

Thus if one just keeps walking, everything will be all right.

(Bruce Chatwin – Songlines)

The first Bruce Chatwin novel I read was Songlines.

I think it is time I read it again.


Travel theme: Poetry

This week’s blog topic – Travel theme: Poetry


I found a bottle on the seashore and took it home with me.

Message in a bottle
Inside the bottle, a message furled – I couldn’t wait to see.

Was it about illicit love
or unrequited passion?
Did it contain some history
of some important fashion?

Was some poor soul alone and lost
and waiting for an answer
Or was it just the impish prank
of some coy necromancer?

The time had come to end the doubt and see what was inside,
I held my breath and pulled the cork that salt and sun had dried.
I held the paper, brown and old:
The words I read with ease;

My lofty dreams came crashing down with…

“Milko, 2 pints please”!

old fashioned milkman - England