As we left Hoi An I found myself entering into the land of 'lasts'. We boarded our last overnight bus, in Halong bay we went on our last boat trip, I enjoyed the last bit of sunshine and had one last bowl of my beloved pho ga (chicken noodle soup).
We arrived in Na Trang a 6am. The overnight bus from Ho Chi Minh City had been the first with actual beds that I had ever taken. As a result, I slept quite soundly and woke with the bus driver nudging my shoulder with increasing force. I dragged myself onto the pavement and spotted the beach and blue sea beyond. It was better than any black coffee. Awake and excited we booked into a hotel and headed for the sand.
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Once we had crossed the border into Cambodia the pace of our travels increased dramatically.
As we travelled into southern Laos we left the beaten track behind us and replaced it with a reddened dusty trail.
Our exit from Thailand was made by boat. We crossed the river at Chiang Khong in the north east, and entered into Laos.
Steeped in history and Thai culture, Chang Mai is Thailand's second largest city, often referred to as the capital of the north.
I've just been shot in the back and abdomen. I'm not sure where my attacker is, they have scampered off into the water pistol wielding crowds.
CATHCHING sight of Airlie Beach at the end of an unpleasant overnight bus was almost ambrosial.
EVERYBODY knows how annoying sand can be. As beautiful as it feels between your toes, it soon makes its way to every other orifice of your body and becomes a menace rather than a treat. I shall never complain about sand again having spent three days on the largest sand island in the world, Fraser Island.
Talking to friends and acquaintances about the places we were to visit became a daily pastime before we left Melbourne. Everyone had a different opinion about one place from the next, each little bay, beach and village along the way seemed to hold something special for someone.
IT'S something of a rite of passage for backpackers to rent a campervan and drive the east coast of Australia.
As annoying as they are, clichés seem to worm their way into our minds at moments of poignancy. There is one about good things coming to an end swirling around my head as I prepare to leave Melbourne and more specifically the suburb of St Kilda. For the past six months I've called the St Kilda home and I 'm sad to say I'll always miss its seaside charm and quirks.
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SCOTSMAN.COM blogger Gabriella Griffith is currently staying in Melbourne during her round the world trip.
My earlier concerns about Melbourne's summer (or lack there of) were sweated out of me this week.
AS the plane came down to land in Sydney airport, clouds shaded the city. I couldn't mask my disappointment. The weather in Melbourne had been distinctly below average for December and my New Year trip to Sydney was supposed to be bathed in delicious sunshine.
Australia is a land of great scale. It is the largest island in the world, it can take days to drive from one major city to the next and the world's largest coral reef lies just off its coastline.
IT IS well documented that Melbourne is the sporting capitol of Australia with the vast majority of international and national events held here.
It's the title of a song by Crowded House, and also lends its concept to one of my favourite pizza toppings, but the phrase 'four seasons in one day' has taken on a whole new meaning for me now that I'm living in Melbourne. The rather changeable nature of the weather here catches people out on a regular basis, me especially. Standing in sunglasses, a vest top and flip flops in the pouring rain and wind is funny the first time but the novelty soon runs out.
We were sitting in the cafe of Queenstown airport enjoying a hot chocolate, when we heard the boarding call for our flight. As we made our way to security it became apparent that it had in fact been our final boarding call and we were late.
SOMEONE told me that Wanaka is what Queenstown was 20 years ago. Known as the adventure capitol of New Zealand, Queenstown has become a haven for backpackers.