Postcard Traveller

Travelling the world



Walking, walking, walking.

I am sure that even my personal trainer - well, the ex-personal trainer - would be proud of me.  I am walking like never before. After a week living here, I am getting used to the routine of catching buses... Continue Reading →

Of trains and tickets.

It's a long weekend here, and I had thoughts about going to Portsmouth for a day trip on Monday.  Portsmouth has a naval musuem including Admiral Nelson's ship - HMS Victory.  Nelson died at sea at the Battle of Trafalgar.... Continue Reading →

A tourist in your own town.

In case I forgot anyone, here it is.  Just wanted to thank y'all for all the farewell parties, goodbyes and bon voyage. Thanks for making the time in all the little ways, whether it's company for food or drink, the... Continue Reading →

Lazy Sunday

A trip to the City from Richmond is a bit of a trek. Some planning is required, including allocating an allowance of 2 hours for travel time each way (door to door).

Day 3 in London

Another 5.30 am start.  I just don't do this in Sydney.  It's way too early!  I suppose I could go for a walk, but it looks way too cool.  So I'm sitting here updating my blog.  It means for me... Continue Reading →

Day 2 in London

We spent a beautiful English Spring day visiting Hampton Court Palace by public bus, and returning on the ferry. Our ad hoc itinerary ended up being a wonderful day and is a combination of activities you could consider on your trip to London.

Day 1 in London

If you call being in the airport on Day 1 of London, then I shall include it.  We arrived at Heathrow Terminal 4 at 5.30 am, and got through relatively quickly.  Quicker than I thought.  Perhaps it was my imagination... Continue Reading →

Death by details.

The real difference in relocating, as opposed to travelling, is details, details, details.

Were they just toying with us?

You know, moving countries is difficult enough, without having to get into power trips - in this case with the British High Commision (though I'm sure many other immigration departments apply.) I'm a good person. Why do they treat me like I'm not?

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