Is it just me or has everyone got friends who are either on vacance, or just about to hit the road, plane, yacht or ALL THREE! Take my friend Fiona for instance – she is soon to fly to Croatia, where she will be boarding a yacht from Hvar Island then island hopping around several archipelagos before finishing her trip in Portugal, Casablanca, Marrakesh and Morocco. Hideous! Couldn’t think of anything worse. Continue reading
Our arrival to LA was marred by our first on-flight fight. Yes, we were THAT couple. Shame. It all started out as quite the cracker of a Premium Economy *Qantas journey. Our lead-wristed, have-a-chat stewardess was also quite the hoot (she could make a G & T alright). But maybe her enthusiastic pouring of a delicious 2010 Chardonnay (“You’ve got to finish the bottle…”) and quite possibly an overreaction by a certain hormonal someone, led to quite the on-air barney. Continue reading
Glams, I’m on my LAST DAY of the much anticipated, much talked about one-month vacance to the States. My grandiose plan of blogging every adventure, very much like the plan of exercising every morning, was loose at best. Yet, why must all good things come to such a rapid end? Even so, it feels like a mini lifetime ago, the night in November that we stepped of the plane to a chilly New York… Continue reading
I have just returned from a fantastic mini vacay to my favourite Australian city – Melbourne. And apart from attending the most amazing 3 day International Convention which brought friends from over 60 countries together – I may have also done my fair share of wining and dining. Here’s what went down:
With its warm tropical climate, late night shopping every night, a stunning beach (albeit crowded) with the most divine, clean water, great restaurants and $10 dollar Mai Tais – what’s not love? Continue reading
The trip here was full of good beauty intentions. As always, I had planned for a fresh blow-dry for the flight. Hub cannot understand the rationale here, but when you’re holed up in Economy drinking average wine with the odd sleeping tablet, swishing around a glossy, coiffed mane can really make a difference.
Glammies, part of the plan here at The ProBlogger Training Event is to win a competition writing a post as to why New York is better than Paris (Paris, please forgive me). The prize is a fabby flight with Virgin Australia and Delta Air Lines to Austin, Texas for the mothership of all conferences: South by Southwest. So, (Like this post) here goes…
Well, I am soon to burst out of my plus-sized jeans with the daily onslaught of pastries, baguettes smothered in that delicieux french butter, cheese and wine. I may have also taken up smoking by proxy due to my love of people watching while dining or wining at Brasseries.
This is my last night in Paris and after 6 days I feel practically part of the furniture despite my colourful version of the language – an enchanting fusion of French and English – the Parisians love it! (Yes Glammies I am blogging in real time now. Please excuse the technical difficulties evident in the last update – bloody Ipad). Continue reading
It’s not all long lunches and candlelit dinners when you’re on vacance. Travelling with your beloved can sometimes bring out your snipey best. If there is anything that is going to push one over while shuffling luggage bulging to its capacity is a last minute shop that causes one to narrowly miss a train (and to swear like a trucker), a pre-booked car that is a no-show,a padlock on a bag that now refuses to obey last entered code, no credit on the phone – I mean these are the things that can seem small in one’s own locale but as soon as you go international, these are the things that can be your very undoing – until that is, your en route with a drink in hand laughing at your most recent tantrum. Continue reading
Dearest Glammies, apologies for being out of commish lately but I’ve been travelling with the hub on our much anticipated European jaunt. (He wouldn’t let me bring my laptop so I’ve been suffering the non-blog friendly Ipad ever since -grrr).
We barely survived an Emirates Economy flight to London via Dubai (FYI: catching a 6am flight and getting to the airport at 3am having not slept is a BAD idea). And I do find Economy air travel so very soul destroying. I mean you are really faced with the grim reality of your present socio-economic status. Yes, sure, I am grateful that I have the means to actually board the plane but bloody hell, why can’t I be travelling Business Class!