I last visited Australia a year and nine months ago. It was a two week holiday away from the culture shock of China. At the time I’d been travelling for a year and ten months so it seems I go in rhythms because here I am again. The differences I noted then remain similar now. I’m still looking for the waste paper basket for my toilet paper as opposed to simply flushing it and I catch myself out when Asian looking people speak perfect English. Yet this time I’m in …

Dan Worth is a young Australian artist who I’ve been friends with for many years so when he told me he was embarking on his own travel journey back in August 2008 I was over the moon for him. Dan has a certain charisma and charm that he attributes to life that I really admire, his plans to backpack and paint Europe didn’t seem far-fetched, they weren’t idealistic, it was a simple goal for an artists dream.
Two years later and Dan’s still going, only what he is discovering is that …

A friend asked if I get homesick. At first I thought that I didn’t, but I think it depends on what we view homesickness as.
The meaning of homesickness comes directly from the name, the feelings of sickness for things back home, those people, places and creature comforts we hold near and dear to our hearts. It is a form of travel depression that makes even the strongest of minds wonder if they’re doing the right thing.
And yet, I don’t really get these sensations. At least not in the typical sense.
As …