The Australian Office: Daatar, Telstra and Lessons in Lying With a heavy heart and a steaming hangover (a.k.a a very grumpy Katie) I caught my flight from Christchurch to Melbourne. Despite my eager anticipation at seeing a Neighbours star on every corner, I wasn't overly enamoured at the prospect of returning to z as it meant the inevitable return of the dreaded 'job hunt'. I turned up at my hostel in the seaside area of Melbourne called St Kilda to the ...

Special K does New Zealand Well I fell in love. Not with a boy (as I'm sure my mum is delighted!) and no I haven't turned lesbian either. I fell in love with New Zealand, with Aotearoa, with the land of the long white cloud. Where else not only respects their indigenous people, but actively embraces their culture and history? Where else looks equally beautiful in the rain and the sun? Where else can you drive for 8 hours without seeing another car? Where else ca...

The Kiwi Experience Bus Logistics Before I continue to bore you with what I have been doing for the last few weeks, it is perhaps time to tell you a bit about the whole 'Kiwi Experience'. Even before going I had made the decision to use the Kiwi Experience bus to explore NZ I had heard of its reputation for 'fun and frolics'. Whilst the more sensible traveller chooses to travel with Stray or Magic, a different kind of traveller altogether chooses Kiwi. I found ...

The return of the bright red trekking face (minus the hat) After a measly five hours sleep and an awesome leaving party, I got picked up from G'day Backpackers at 6.50am and headed for Sydney airport. Despite an extremely long line at check-in and a mad dash through the airport for a copy of my return ticket (bloody Aussies wouldn't let me leave without one, they want to keep there, naturally), I still found the time for a McDonalds breakfast before I boarded my...

Job Trials and Tribulations Sooner or later every traveller begins to realise that they have been a having a bit too much of a good time and they are in fact running out of funds. Unless they want to end up fighting a hobo for a share of a doorway in King's Cross and eating free meals at The Gaff every night (there's only so much watery pasta a girl can take), then the only solution is to begin the near impossibility of searching for a job. Many will of course ...