The photo might be a dead giveaway, but if you guessed that I’m about to talk about travel insurance (which I’m sure you did, because you’re a smart cookie), well… you’re right!
Remember when I said I’d joined a netball team and that epic athletic fails were on the horizon? It turns out I’m a bit of a prophet: it only took three games before I was being helped off the court by an ump, my ankle (and my pride) battered and bruised.
You may be wondering: what the heck is netball, anyway? I’ll tackle that in a future post, but here’s the Reader’s Digest version: netball is basketball without dribbling, backboards, or (much) contact.
Friends and healthcare workers alike have since reassured me that “doing your ankle” in netball is something of an Australian initiation, proof that you’re successfully integrating into local culture.
I must say, my fat ankle and I are feeling mighty patriotic… and a wee bit pathetic.
Now that we’ve covered the nagging issue of packing, let’s delve into the fun stuff: traveling!
Something to know about me is that no matter where in the world I find myself, every four to six months the ground will tickle my feet and I’ll know it’s time to pack my bags and go exploring. An unequivocal First World Problem, I know…
When I shared with friends back home that I could feel the all-too-familiar travel bug biting, I received the same response on repeat:
In my last post I hinted at adding two fancy new stamps to my passport: Sri Lanka and the Republic of Maldives. Cue celebratory “Woo Girl” giddiness.
Today, I’m writing to you from Gulhi, a Maldivian island (population: 800) about an hour south of the national capital of Malé. The rain chased me out of my beachfront lounge chair and into my room, so I figured it’s high time for a bit of travel blogging.
To ward off reader fatigue, I’ve decided to break up my travels into a series of blog posts. As is storytelling etiquette, let’s start at the beginning. To kick things off, I’m tackling the necessary evil of any jet-setting adventure: packing.
…a photo walk, that is.
Believe it or not, it has been four months since I last set foot on Canadian soil. This is officially the longest I’ve been away from home. After receiving some very exciting news today, homesickness did do its best to get me down, but I set an intention for myself early on to do everything in my power to live in the moment and appreciate the incredible opportunity before me here in Australia.
In a perfect world, I would have been blogging my way around this beautiful country over the past sixteen weeks, but we don’t live in a perfect world.
As a compromise, I thought I’d take you on a photographic journey of how the Little Writer has spent her time in this Big World.
Alright, let’s get moving!
WORDPRESS ATE MY BLOG POST!
I wish I could explain it, but somehow my published post from last week has evaporated into thin air. Apologies to those who subscribe to the blog and clicked through to find The Dreaded 404 Error.
Let’s try this again. Travel, Unplugged: 2.0.
Today’s post title is a bit tongue-in-cheek, as very little traveling these days is, in my opinion, “unplugged.” Few of us would dare venture to the supermarket – never mind overseas – without tech in tow.
Nowadays, there is an almost infinite number of ways to document your every move (at the supermarket or overseas). Snapchat. Twitter. Instagram. Facebook. Tumblr. iMessage. FaceTime. Line. Whatsapp. The list goes on… and on… and on.
Is it just me, or is technology making our world smaller?