tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55587061011773974042011-07-31T08:21:53.881+01:00Infected with a deadly travel bug, this daring duo needed a dose of the only known cure — some serious world travel. This is their story...Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00991702192335443163noreply@blogger.comBlogger881100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558706101177397404.post-67601492940311363382009-09-06T16:26:00.010+01:002009-09-07T19:32:18.198+01:00

With a studio apartment within walking distance of the black-sand Perissa beach, we were all set to indulge in the island life on Santorini. After total relaxation in Mykonos, we decided to add a day of quad biking to our gyros and beach mix. With just 50cc of power at our disposal, we putted our way from one end of the island to the other, checking out the Red Beach, stopping for lunch in Kamari

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After a whirlwind 12 hours in Athens (we bought a magnet, picked up our ferry tickets, did a lap around the Acropolis and ate some Greek cuisine), it was off to Mykonos for some serious sand time.On arrival, we followed the hordes of backpackers to Paradise Beach – where we would eat, sleep and party for the next few days.With everything right on our doorstep – restaurants, bars and beach chairs,

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It took three days, two ferries, one bus ride and a whole lotta moolah to get from Dubrovnik to Athens. First there was an eight-hour ferry from Dubrovnik, Croatia to Bari, Italy, where we planned on sleeping at the port to save ourselves a night's accommodation. On arrival, we discovered two things: firstly, you can't sleep at the port as they lock the gates between 1am and 6am, and secondly,

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Craig's brown Etnies lived a short and unfulfilled life (so short we didn't even get a decent picture of them). Craig's foot grooves had barely made a mark in the rubber soles when they literally plunged to their untimely death. After a night of drinking in Korcula, Croatia, Craig was climbing between the boats to get to ours when, plonk, his left thong dropped into the sea. After some

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Swim, sleep, eat, drink, then repeat.Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to heaven...Our week of total bliss started on a sunny Sunday in the Croatian town of Dubrovnik. Dubbed the 'jewel of the Adriatic', it was the starting point of our eight-day/seven-night trip sailing around the stunning coast of Croatia.After climbing aboard our boat and checking out our room for the week, it was straight into

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It was a case of deja vue in Budapest, where we spent our time pedalling and putting away pints – much like our time in Prague.Having discovered the fun and simplicity of exploring a city on two wheels, we decided to take in Hungary's capital on bicycles. With rain threatening, we took the punt and showed up to the meeting place, where we were the only people raring to go.Happy to have our own

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The main reason we headed over to Krakow was to visit the Auschwitz concentration camp, but when we arrived, we were pleasantly surprised to find a pretty Prague-esque town, minus the million and one tourists.There were the usual medieval treats – a castle, a big square and cobbled lanes – and culinary ones, too, namely giant pork knuckle and lard smothered on bread.Though compared to the

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In the past 16 months, we've been to more than our fair share of tourist hot spots – places like Amsterdam, Oktoberfest, Rio, Machu Picchu, Barcelona, Cinque Terre... – but we've never been to a place more saturated with tourists than Prague (OK, there was Rome. But hey, it's Rome).Walking through the narrow streets of the old town, it was almost like we were drowning in lairy-clothes-wearing,

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Craig's silver Havaianas lived a long and fulfilling life (in Havaiana terms that is). Born in Sydney, their early days were spent at cricket ovals, pubs and, in winter, the bottom of our bedroom closet. In April 2008, their life took a dramatic turn, and rather than frequenting the streets of Balmain and surrounds, they found themselves pounding the pavements in the likes of Paris, Rio, Buenos

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How we got there...The hip pocket stayed well intact with a €16 train ride from Florence.Where we stayed...M&J Hostel. Not the best hostel we've stayed at, but not the worst (that honour goes to our hostel in Nice, where the toilet and shower where in a ceiling-less cubicle in the room). It was a bit of a dump, but for €18.80 each a night (we got an early-bird discount), we really couldn't

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There were curries and crisps in England, steaks in Argentina, fried chicken in Bolivia and tapas and paellas in Spain... With so much food content on this blog, you'd think we do nothing with our days but eat, eat, eat!What can we say? We love our grub. In Italy, it's been nothing but a non-stop pizza and pasta fest – the quality of a pizza has the power to make or break any given day. So it's

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Dear Cinque Terre,How do we love thee? Let us count the ways...First, you were the place were we tried our very first Italian pizza. Made with the freshest ingredients, we could not hold back our pure delight as we bit into every perfect mouthful. The cheese and pesto was our fave, and with silly grins on our faces, we tried to savour every single second of pizza perfection. I will never forget

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Billionaires galore live there, Angelina Jolie shops there and it's a known Paris Hilton holiday spot...It's time to whip that Lamborghini out of the garage, throw on those Gucci sunnies and get ready to flash your cash at the casino, 'cause this is Monaco, baby!Basing ourselves in the dodgiest hostel in Nice may not quite fit in with the ritz and glitz of Monaco, but we had one day to go and

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Our final Spanish fix came in the form of Barcelona, Spain's second largest city and, ironically, probably the most un-spanish city in the country.With a palatial pad at our disposal – we were staying in student accommodation, complete with our own bathroom and kitchen – our time in Barcelona was chilled to say the least.Most of our time was spent wandering up and down La Rambla, dodging dorky

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When we first started looking into San Sebastian accommodation, it was pure devastation. The cheapest beds we could find were €30 each in a crummy hostel. Waaay over our budget. We toyed with the idea of scrapping San Sebastian, until Craig 'Magic Touch' O'Shannessy stepped up to the keyboard.We didn't know how it could possibly be so cheap, but the second it popped up on the computer screen we

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Ah, there's nothing like being back in Western civilisation! Clean streets, easy-to-navigate public transport and toilets that don't require you to hold your breath until pass-out point.As much as we loved Morocco, we were more than ready for some serious cleanlinesss – enter Madrid.Stepping off the plane was like stepping into a completely different stratosphere, things were just, well... easy.

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Tangier After a three-hour bus ride and the most expensive ferry crossing in the world (€37 for just one hour on the water!) we were officially in Africa. Tangier was the first stop on our Moroccan journey. We hadn't heard spectacular things about the place, so we were staying for just one night and then jumping on a train to Fes first thing in the morning.Our first mission was stock up on plenty

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Having just endured the worst London winter in over 18 years, we were ready for some serious heat. And boy did Seville bring it!With highs reaching 45° Celcius, our poor pasty bodies didn't know what hit them. To combat the heat, we guzzled several litres of water each a day as we wandered the seriously gorgeous streets of this southern Spain city.With many streets off limits to cars – they're

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Our brief return to London was a refreshing change from our three-month existence in South America. For starters, we spoke the language fluently, which meant I no longer had to rely on my now-honed miming skills, it also meant we could finally flush toilet paper. Best of all, we enjoyed two days of Scott and Karl's amazing hospitality, including home-cooked gourmet delights.With only one full day

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It only took a flight from Cusco to Lima and a mere 39 hours on the bus to get there (seriously, not as awful as it sounds, though I had serious cankles by the end of it), but it was sheer relief to be in our final destination a whole week before our flight out to London.That's not to say that our time in Quito was totally happy and hassle-free. First, there was the 3am arrival to the hostel who

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I've been sitting here for about 10 minutes now, desperately trying to come up with the wittiest, most-creative opening line possible for this Machu Picchu post. After all, doing the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu was without a doubt the highlight of our trip to South America, and anything less than literary excellence simply won't do it justice.I don't know how to get across just how awesome it was,

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Looks like someone fancies himself as a bit of a photo director...BeforeAfter

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The tiny oasis town of Huacachina was never on our travel radar. We'd never even heard of it, let alone added it to our list of South American destinations (yes, I have a list). But a few Facebook pics of Geoff and Alex hitting up the nearby dunes soon changed all that. On further investigation, it turns out that the Peruvians are so proud of this patch of sand, it's on their 50 Soles note, and

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1. Inca Kola – OK, so it's not Arequipa specific, but Arequipa is the city where we fell in love with this bubbly Peruvian delight. For those of you who have ever experienced the joy of Club Nectar (still available at Chester the Chick in Parkes the last time I checked), it tastes exactly like that, only yellow. We have now ordered it with every meal bar two (once Craig ordered a Coke – and

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Don't be fooled by the 'we're having such a great time' smiles on our faces, Isla del Sol (Island of the Sun) on lake Titicaca wasn't all it was cracked up to be.Well, we didn't actually know what it was cracked up to be in the first place, that was the problem.While it may be the original Copacabana, having the same name is where the similarities between this lakeside Bolivian town and the Rio

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The stage was set, we were 3660 meters above sea level at the highest Indian curry house in the world. Craig was about to undertake the time-honoured battle between man and chilli, attempting to eat La Paz's Star of India's famous vindaloo curry, all in the name of scoring himself a free 'I survived the world's most dangerous vindaloo' T-shirt.Watch his first few mouthfuls here:We do have video

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Friday 8 May, 2009Breakfast: Jam on rolls – Lunch: Toasted ham, cheese and tomato sandwiches – Dinner: Indian curryBleary eyed and annoyed that we arrived in La Paz two hours earlier than expected (arriving in the dark at 6am was not the plan), we jumped in a taxi and headed for our hostel (Wild Rover), hoping for a hot shower and a comfy bed – instead, we got a seven-hour wait for our beds. Oh,

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Amazing, awe-inspiring, astounding... all these 'A' words and more can barely describe how 'awesome' our tour of Bolivia's Southwest Circuit was. For four days and three nights it was just us, Hannah and Rich, our driver, Gonzalo, our cook, Nilda, a 4WD and the Bolivian wilderness.By day there were canyons, lagoons, volcanoes, deserts, salt flats and geysers galore, by night, there were Nilda's

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Our last few days in Argentina were spent mooching around our hostel in Salta. The Wedding Singer, Blood Diamond and Die Hard 4.0 were all watched – along with daily doses of Friends – the internet was surfed and sleep-ins were enjoyed. All great ways to bide our time until Wednesday, when the train from the Bolivian/Argentinian border ran to our next destination: Tupiza.I'm embarrassed to say

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How we got there...For 100 pesos ($AUD38) we caught an overnight bus from Cordoba. Considering our recent luck with buses, it's unsurprising that our bus broke down in the middle of the night and we were shuffled onto another bus that was flagged down from the side of the road.Where we stayed... We scored big time with Hostel Empedrado, for an unheard of 35 pesos each a night (that's $AU25 all

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To top off our epic journey from Florianopolis to Cordoba, it turns out that Cordoba was a bit of a dud. We got out of there after two nights – really pretty town, but boring.That's not to say that our visit to Cordoba was entirely uneventful. For starters, it will always be remembered as the place that I found my Winner. Sick to death of having to constantly ask Craig for the time – and being

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They say that fortune favours the brave, but sometimes fortune just leaves you stuck on a metal bench in the middle of nowhere...After the success of our impromptu journey from Ilha Grande to Florianopolis, I was convinced that I was now a hard·core traveller extraordinaire – Rick Steves, eat your heart out! No journey was too difficult, no backpack was too heavy, no delicacy was inedible and no

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You're no doubt familiar with the 1998 hit movie Sliding Doors – if not for the thought-provoking storyline, then for Gwyneth's much-coveted short, blonde crop (you know you wanted it!). For the pop-culture retarded among you: Girl misses train, gets mugged and lives a miserable existence with her cheating boyfriend, but if she makes the train, she gets home in time to catch out said cheater,

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Slop on some sunscreen and grab ya boardies, 'cause we're taking you to paradise.While saying goodbye to Rio was a tough gig, arriving at Ilha Grande sure sweetened the deal. A couple of hours south of Brazil's most famous city, this island is everything Rio is not – quiet, unassuming and untouched. Leave your driver's licence and ATM card at home – they're both useless here – and be prepared for

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'OK, let's go get stabbed,' said Craig as we pulled out of the bus terminal at Puerto Iguazu, Argentina. With our arrival in Rio de Janeiro just 22 hours away, Craig's worrying/whinging about our safety in Rio had gone into overdrive.For months leading up to our South American trip, Craig had been banging on about how we were going to get stabbed/mugged/shot in the notorious Brazilian city, and

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...all we need now is Funshine Bear and we have the perfect setting for a sequel to 1987's The Care Bears Adventure in Wonderland.For a 5 peso bus ride and a 60 peso admission charge (only 7 pesos if you are from Argentina or a neighbouring country!), we got to spend a day in Argentina's own slice of paradise – Iguazu National Park.Located on the border of Argentina and Brazil, the Iguazu Falls

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Fergie may be sipping champagne up in the sky, but we've been sipping Coke and watching DVDs down on the road. Introducing ' super cama', the first class of the Argentinian long-haul buses. Seats convert into flat beds, meals and drinks are served and DVDs are played. It's so much fun, we didn't want to get off after our 18-hour trip from Buenos Aires to Puerto Iguazu. Best of all, it's only

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Read and drool, people – read and drool...The line-up for a table was spilling onto the street when we arrived for our first taste of Argentina's world-famous steak. Somehow, despite not having a reservation, we managed to nab an outside table for two.'The restaurant recommends sharing a meal between two,' it said at the bottom of the menu in fine italic print. 'Pfft,' scoffed Craig. 'I'm not

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Sunshine, blue skies and one super-cool city. It took us over 32 hours in transit (walk, bus, plane, plane, taxi) to get there, but boy was it worth it.We had no idea what to expect of Buenos Aires (or the entire South American continent for that matter!), but what we found was a clean, vibrant city that was begging to be explored.Short on pay-a-fortune-to-look-at-something-for-five-minutes

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White Lighting was his name. 'He's a strong one,' we were told. 'You beauty!' thought Craig, who envisioned himself speeding ahead of the pack on his thoroughbred donkey.About five minutes into our hour-and-a-half-long donkey ride to the Valley of the Kings, 'speedy' White Lightning (as he was dubbed by Craig) turned into 'phsyco donkey of the century'. His screeching 'eey-ores' could be heard

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As Forrest Gump once said, 'Shit happens.' If that's the case in life, then it's safe to say that when travelling, 'diarrhoea happens' – both literally and metaphorically. Lost luggage, hours and hours in transit (32 to be precise), jetlag, language barriers and hostel bathrooms do not a happy traveller make. Dealing with a whole lotta crap becomes part and parcel with the life of a backpacker,

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11 March, 2009: Visiting Abu Simbel It took a 2.45am wake-up call and a three-hour bus ride (the machine-gun-wielding policeman accompanying us on the bus was complimentary), but the journey to Abu Simbel was totally worth it. The Great Temple of Ramses II is truly awe-inspiring, both inside and out – carved into a mountain between 1274 and 1244 BC (in other words, a bloody long time ago), we

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'Aussie, Aussie, Aussie. Oi, oi, oi.' 'Where you from? Australia?' 'Welcome to Atlanta.' 'Everything half price today.' 'Hassle-free shop.' 'You want scarf? Spices? Magnet?''Looking is free.' Our first taste of the Egyptian market scene was at the never-ending strip in Aswan. Craig had a brilliant time haggling for things he had no intention of buying, just to see just how cheap he could get 'em

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Think Egypt. Think pyramids.They're the only Wonder of the Ancient World left standing, and we saw them... and touched them and climbed them and took about 500 photos of them.The day started with the discovery of Craig's backpack, but it wasn't long before our attention was diverted from all things lost luggage to all things ancient Egypt. Our first port of call was the Egyptian Museum, which

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4 April, 2006We land in Hanoi on the first day of our month-long journey from the top to the bottom of Vietnam. Our hotel has arranged an airport transfer, and, on arriving, we realise this is not the hotel we booked at all. "Sorry, the hotel overbooked so you are now staying here," we were told. Taking Lonely Planet's advice a little too close to heart, we were convinced this was part of a scam

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Things to do in London # 72: Go to a Premier League football match. One of Craig's London must-dos was to go to a Premier League football (soccer) game. As a Manchester United fan, his ultimate would have been watching them at Old Trafford (their home stadium), but with tickets near impossible to secure (most games over here are sold out to members first), we had to settle for watching

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WARNING: Post may induce severe jealousyDear Lisa,Congratulations!You visited us last October at the French Tourist Office stand during the Metro Ski Show in Olympia (22 – 26 October 2008) and you participated in our prize draw.Many thanks and Bravo!Your name has been picked out and you are the lucky winner of:A skiing holiday for 2 to Isola 2000 ski resortincluding 6-day ski passes and one week

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Dear bloggy friends, In our never-ending bid to make this blog as brilliant as possible, we have now added a nifty new addition to the blog sidebar family – on-the-go updates. If you cast your eyes slightly to the right, you'll see the green box where these updates live. Courtesy of the latest online-networking craze, Twitter (seriously, everyone from Barack to Britney is doing it), these teeny

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Whether you were sitting on a rug with an esky on Sydney Harbour, chillin' at a low-key barbecue or getting wasted with your mates at your local, one thing's for sure – your New Year celebrations ain't got nothing on ours!While you were knocking back Bacardi Breezers in your friend's backyard, we were Superstylin' with Groove Armada while fireworks filled the sky over Edinburgh castle. Such is

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How we got there... It was EasyJet all the way, baby. £50 each and just over an hour in flying time – too easy.Where we slept... Clean, basic and super central. For just 60 euros a night, we stayed at Hotel Cafe Corner House. After staying at camping grounds on our short-lived van tour – where you are forced to trek miles into the centre of town each day – it was great to just walk out the door

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When he heard reports that it was set to snow in London this week, the news didn't exactly rock our socks – our previous experiences of 'snow' here have consisted of a bit of ice on windscreens in the morning. So we were shocked when we peered out the window last night to find inches of the stuff covering everything. Turns out, it's the largest snowfall in London in 18 years. With the capital

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A working holiday in London has long been a right of passage for twenty-something Aussies. For over three decades we've been coming over by the planeful, cramming ourselves into flats south of the Thames, pulling pints in pubs (or whatever we can to keep the pounds rolling in) and complaining about the shithouse weather.2008 was the year that me, Craig and 13,062 other Aussies decided to do our

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NOTE: Catch-up postWe ended up selling Ace for the same price we bought her for to Alice, a twenty-something chick who told us, "I wasn't even planning on buying a campervan, but I was bored at work and started looking at Gumtree and decided I wanted one." She didn't even ask us to start the engine, nor did she try and haggle us down at all. How's that for an impulse purchase?!

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NOTE: Catch-up postOne thousand six hundred and fifty five – the number of freckles on Lindsay Lohan's stomach, the amount of times per day Craig thinks about food, and the distance (in kilometers) we travelled in two days to get from Cesky Krumlov to the UK. Like bats outta hell we drove across four countries (five if you count the UK), praying we would get back to England incident and accident

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Life in LondonWhat living in the English capital is really like.Carving it up in FranceWe pull some, er, ultra rad moves on the slopes.Us in AmsterdamOur photos were stolen, but we can still post a story, right?Holy HogmanayWe ring in the new year with our pals Groove Armada.

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NOTE: Catch-up post. If I had to describe the town of Cesky Krumlov in three words, I'd probably go for quaint, charming and picturesque (thanks thesaurus.com!). Cesky is the ideal pit-stop for the travel-weary backpacker, a place where they can simply stop, relax and take their time exploring the cobblestone streets of this pretty little town. But for us, Cesky will forever be tainted with the

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...and making a fool of himself at the office Christmas party!Check out this vid of Dish clearing the dance floor, stealing the DJ's mic and belting out a stirring rendition of Baby's Got Back while busting some Chris Brown-worthy moves.While impromptu karaoke would usually be an office-party etiquette 'don't' – especially when you've only been there for eight weeks – this cringeworthy

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NOTE: Catch-up postWhere we slept...The Tent (www.the-tent.com). Nestled in Munich's Botanical Gardens (or Botanischer Garten as the Germans would say it), just off tram line 17, this weird mix of campground and hostel was our home for four painful, painful nights! Guests can opt to either a) pitch a tent, b) sleep on a foam mat on the wooden floor of a large tent, or c) sleep in a bunk in a very

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NOTE: Catch-up postTuesday, 16 September, 2008 Breakfast: NoneLunch: Peanut butter on a baguetteDinner: Chicken nuggets, mashed potato and carrotsAfter four fun, exhausting, pinch-yourself days, it was time to say goodbye to Paris. Next stop, Dijon, France. We punched in the address of the Dijon camping ground mentioned in Lonely Planet, and let our Garmin navigate us out of the crazy puzzle of

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True story. I'd post some photos, but they stole our camera. The camera I spent five months researching to find and that's no longer in stock. Yep, that's the one. The bloody bastards managed to get through three locked doors and meticulously went through our apartment and the downstairs apartment – stealing hundreds of dollars worth of Christmas presents (Tiffany bracelet included), two cameras,

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It was inevitable.From the moment I started this blog there was always gonna be a time when I went off the rails and metaphorically shaved my head, hired and fired several assistants, forgot to wash my hair for weeks at a time, went to rehab, lost custody of my children and stepped on stage at the MTV awards in a bikini having eaten a few too many In-N-Out burgers.Keeping a blog is damn hard work

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After five brutal days in our own personal prison (Bellebrune's Opal Autos) we celebrated our release by hotfooting it to the City of Lights...Above: Our new home for the next four nights was Camping Bois de Bologne, the only camping ground in Paris' city limits. Ace (oh, yeah, Ace VANtura won the naming contest BTW), looked very out of place next to the monster motorhomes that filled the

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Ah, here we go. Cynical Lisa's being a drama queen as usual...Hang on a minute! At least read the next two sentences before you go passing judgment, buddy...We crashed in France. On the first day of our trip.And to add insult to injury, we then had to spend five showerless days living in a mechanic's carpark in Bellebrune, aka the middle of friggin' nowhere!The nightmare began at about 8.45pm on

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Ladies and gentlemen,We'd like to introduce you to the newest member of the Couchsitters' all-star cast, The Van Currently Known As Dakota Fanning (TVCKADF). With less than two weeks until we left Lymington, and still no wheels, drastic action was taken. We kitted ourselves out in head-to-toe camo, blackened underneath our eyes and headed to London with one simple mission: buy a

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Fun-loving, mid-twenties couple seek cheap (£2000 and under) campervan for a three-month van tour. Must like picnics in spring, board games in front of open fireplaces and long drives through Europe. Fridge and cooker essential, colour-co-ordinating with blog not necessary. Vans with a history of break-downs need not apply. Sound like you? Up for a good time? Contact sexycouchsitters123 by

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While the 48 curries we've eaten since we arrived in England four months ago have more than tickled our tastebuds (and added to our waistlines!), nothing beats a little taste of home sweet home.Just when I started dreaming of the day when I would once again bite into an Aussie Mars Bar (they taste different in the Motherland), in swoops my mega-cool, insanely-talented hero Julie (check out her

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—+ =Lisa's 27-hour London catch-up... There were sausages and mash, pints of cider and the discovery of 'brown sauce' with Jackie (middle) and Fiona (right) in a Covent Garden pub... There was a night in Queen's Park at Scott and Karl's. There was unpronounceable German wine, Scott's enviable gourmet cooking and a healthy dose of Kerry Katona... There was a trip to Oxford Street, but sadly no

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Dishy boy has gone and done it again. First, his spate of hat-tricks had him hogging column inches, now his batting has landed him in the spotlight after scoring 61 off 18 balls in the Southern Electric Twenty 20 Cup on Sunday.Here's what the Bournemouth Daily Echo (July 28, 2008) had to say about it:Garden centre hit by explosive CraigBy Neil PerretDEMOLITION man Craig O'Shannessy wrote the

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With Barcelona stealing the 'Where should we go next?' crown, we eagerly jumped on the newfangled World Wide Web and started hunting down some cheap flights. When we came across flights for a mere £29.99 each way with budget airline Ryanair, we were one giant leap closer to sipping sangria and chowing down on tapas in the Mediterranean sun.When we clicked through to the booking page, our summer

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1. You can now get Couchsitters delivered straight to your inbox! Just go to the sidebar, scroll down and type your email address into the white box, and presto! You'll get an email every time we update the blog.2. You can also subscribe via RSS. This is for peeps who actually know what things like 'RSS' and 'feeds' mean. There's a box on the sidebar for all you technomological types, do with it

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We're having a little trouble deciding where to go next (it's a tough life, I know), so we thought we'd get some feedback from you, our dear readers. The options are:1. Eurostar to Paris — Will be costly, but oh so cool.2. Edinburgh Fringe Festival — Bound to be a barrell of laughs, and could be our only ever opportunity to go.3. Ireland — Think a bit of Dublin, a touch of Cork and maybe a hint

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Arrival time — Getting in The Queue at the right time is crucial. On the first day, we arrived at around 3pm (the day before) and were 65th and 66th in line. On the second day, we pitched our tent at around 6.30pm, putting us is 259th and 260th positions. Rumour around the campsite was you had to arrive by 10pm the night before to secure Centre-Court seats. If a ground pass is more your style,

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WARNING: EPIC POST AHEAD. The following post may contain excessive sentences. Readers are advised to proceed with patience, endurance and a snack of their choice.We did it! From Henman Hill to Centre Court, we lived out our Wimbledon dream. Here's how it all went down...Getting in lineOn Wednesday June 25, 2008, we packed up all our gear (tents, sleeping bags, camera, clothes etc), jumped in

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Considering cricket is the main only reason we are currently livin' it English style in Lymington, we thought it was high time we posted an entry about how Craig's season is going.While I have been playing the WAG game with impeccable precision — spending my days shopping, making media appearances and turning up to games in Dior sunglasses and toting Chanel handbags. Oh wait, that's Victoria

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Cricket updateFind out how much cricket butt Craig has been kicking.Camping out for Wimbledon ticketsWe're taking our £20 Argos tent and braving the elements, all in the quest for centre-court tickets.A day in the life of... CraigFollow Dish around for the day.**Only if Lisa can twist his arm into writing a post.

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While State of Origin in Sydney usually involves either a) cramming onto public transport and making our way to ANZ Stadium (formerly Telstra Stadium), or b) eating take-away pizza from Sapori on the couch. This year, our experience has been a little, er, different.Our first dilemma, where to watch it? While we have Sky TV where we are staying at the moment, we don't have Setanta, the

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The events of May 29, 2008Creaking, squeaking, farting, snoring and sleeptalking... ah, there's nothing like waking up in a hostel!It was light, I had no watch/clock/mobile to tell the time and I had convinced myself that it was about 9am and we were gonna miss breakfast. I clumsily climbed off my top bunk, complete with pilling sheets and a musty smell, and sat on Craig's bottom bunk. 'What's

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After the horror that was the Gloucestershire Cheese Rolling Festival (see post below), we made our way about and hour and a half east to the city of Oxford. Home to the famed Oxford University, this town is jam-packed with stunning architecture that makes you feel like you're back in ye olde England... well, cars, McDonald's and the 'doof doof' of the clubs aside.Our trip to Oxford heralded a

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It was 7am, it was hammering down rain and Punts' newly-fitted stereo system — er, that'd be the £5 portable radio we bought from Woolworths and blu-tacked to the dashboard — was pumping out tunes like Wonderwall, Mustang Sally and Two Princes... That's right folks, we were finally trippin'.Making the most of the half-term school holidays (when Craig gets a week off from coaching), we decided to

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Unedited extract from the Bournemouth Daily EchoMonday May 19, 2008Aussie Craig gives Hook a real DishingBy Neil PerrettAUSSIE import Craig O'Shannessy starred with bat and ball as Lymington kick-started their Division Two campaign with a tense two-wicket win over Hook and Newnham Basics.The 24-year-old Sydneysider, who is nicknamed Dish, plundered five wickets in just nine balls - including an

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It's no secret that we (especially Craig) share a love of all things edible — a delicious meal can send Craig into a three-hour rant on exactly how delicious the said meal was, while I think the fact that I have put on two kilograms in the past three weeks says it all!In the planning stages of this trip, food was a big talking point — from pizza in Italy to giant schnitzels in Germany, we were

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Tuesday May 6, 20087.23am - Wake up with an aching arm, the type of pain you get from exercising for the first time in yonks, though I haven't been exercising — this pain is Wii-induced. I've spent the whole weekend bowling, playing tennis, trampolining and hammer-throwing on the Hunt's new Nintendo Wii. Roll over and look at my clock, 7.23am — still at least two hours of sleep left in me. Swear

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00991702192335443163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558706101177397404.post-15858140872006292262008-05-01T11:12:00.004+01:002008-05-01T11:16:09.891+01:00

FYI, there won't be horses on the field every week, Craig was playing a friendly for another team (Ellingham or something?).

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It's been way too long since our last post (nine days, in fact), but you see dear readers, we've been flat out! There's been sleeping-in to be done, old episodes of Friends to be watched and curries to be eaten... Yep, it's a hard-knock life down (or is that up?) here in Lymington!Lymington (for all those who seem to have problems remembering it, think lamington with a 'y') is a yachting town in

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Seven days, £530 pounds (yikes!), three trips to Oxford Street, five Topshop/Topman purchases, one packet of Nurse Day/Night Cold and Flu Tablets, one Pizza Hut all-you-can-eat lunch buffet, 15 pints, 36 photos, seven times getting caught in the rain, one girl wearing sheer stockings as pants (OK, her dress had creeped up under her jacket but for a while we thought she was serious), one celeb

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And so the story finally begins...After waving goodbye to our parents at Sydney airport, Craig and I officially began our journey. My planned title for this post was 'The flight from hell', but it turned out luck was on our side. With the plane half empty, we managed to get two seats each for the first leg, making our economy flight seem oh-so business. After lying back watching movies like Juno,

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As you may have guessed from the extremely witty and pun-filled title, this post is about 'us and this blog'.So let’s cut to the chase:We (Lisa and Craig – that ridiculously good-looking pair on the right) met way back in 1998 at the McDonald’s in Parkes – Craig was eating a McChicken (no shock there) and Lisa was a skinny, brace-face 14 year old who had just started at Parkes High School.

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