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Jailhouse Stock-holm

I have backpacked around the world, but rarely have I stayed in hostel that was a convert from something funky. Which is why I jumped at the chance, even though it was a bit pricey, to stay in a former prison.

Stockholm was never on my Bucket List, but after making friends with Swedish guy during my 2012 backpacking trip, I had to say ‘yes’ when he asked me to visit.

10410845_10152277056537198_8415154174289285449_nWhile Peter did offer for me and my boyfriend to stay with him, we opted for the quirky hostel, Långholmen. It was not haunted thankfully and the rooms were clean, cute and sound-proof. The chefs there also made a delicious brekkie each day which we enjoyed on the patio with our fellow guests and by night we watched a bit of television in the privacy of our room, which was a rarity when staying in hostels.

10530844_10152275469267198_5306087670874910252_nEach morning, during our stay in Sweden, Peter would ride his bike to meet us and take us exploring his beautiful city. Below is a story I wrote for the paper I worked for at the time. It best describes the highs and lows of exploring Stockholm on a bike.

A closer look at Stockholm

IT looked like a scene out of the Tour de France.

I was puffing, panting, sweating and cursing under my breath, as I took on my first hill climb.

Unfortunately, it was just the beginning of what was meant to be a “leisurely” ride around the city of Stockholm.

In my mind, I had pictured me cruising alongside the waterways, waving to locals on their way to work, while listening to a bit of ABBA.

The reality was much grimmer.

10407731_10152279340827198_5633958536888878536_nMy boyfriend Lion and I had gone to visit my good friend Peter, who offered to show us around his city, as it was our first time in Scandinavia.

I first met Peter in New York City, when I was backpacking solo through the States in 2012.

We became instant friends and have kept in touch regularly through Facebook ever since.

We decided to visit him during our world trip last year because we were keen to catch up with him again and explore Sweden.

He said renting a bike was the best way to get around his city and cover a lot of ground in a short time – words no doubt by the end of our visit he was regretting.

None of us factored in how fit he was and how unfit we were.

I, for one, did not realise Stockholm had an endless number of hills.

10502095_10152280435592198_4324952846379389572_nI thought the city would have had a landscape like Amsterdam or Copenhagen – both of which I rode around with no difficulties.

A distance that would normally take Peter 10 minutes took us half an hour (or maybe it was even closer to an hour).

Either way, it was not a pretty sight and I am sure it was not enjoyable for Peter, who literally rode circles around us.

To be perfectly truthful, riding a bike is just as bad as driving a car when you are trying to sightsee.

You can’t take your eyes off the road for fear you will end up in a ditch, submerged in the river or worse – hit by a truck.

However, riding a bike does give you an opportunity to stop as often as you want, wherever you want.

There is so much beauty to experience in Stockholm and it is best captured by riding.

Despite my best efforts to stay out of harm’s way, I had a few bingles.

The worst was a collision with a concrete slab and the fence it was holding up.

I was black and blue by the end of my first day exploring Stockholm, and the bruises just kept coming.

I ran into Lion and Peter, almost hit pedestrians, slid in puddles, got my leg caught in the bike chain, caused on-coming bikers to almost crash trying to avoid me and ran into multiple walls and fences.

When I was super-puffed, close to what I imagined as my last breaths, I would ask for a photo stop to capture some of the city’s beauty but also secretly to have a rest.

While the bruises from riding around Stockholm faded quickly, the memories of the (somewhat traumatic) experiences I had are still vivid and now are some of my favourite from our trip.

It goes to show that at the time things may seem hard, but we are a lot stronger than we think.


New York, New York

THE city of New York is said to be one of the least forgiving in the western world. Or so I was told before my first visit two years. And yet, I find the majority of its inhabitants are some of the most amazing, considerate and brilliant people I have ever come across.

Unlike most big cities where you become so used to your surrounds, Big Apple dwellers don’t seem to tune out the rest of the world.
Maybe because they are constantly reminded that they are on borrowed time in this incredible city and never seem to forget that once upon a time they too were new to the city.

Since the second we stepped off the plane, we have been assisted without even asking for help. I don’t think that even happens in Australia. On a couple of occasions I have questioned whether the helpfulness of the New Yorkers were actually genuine or if they were just trying to lure us to where they wanted us (we gave the really sketchy guy the slip in the subway, so I guess we will never know).

I put all this amazing (and some possibly dodgy help) down to Karma and in particular travel Karma. As I mentioned in a previous post, I believe in paying it forward and not expecting anything in return. Today, in the subway at 103rd and Broadway, we were about to board the 1pm train, but we literally couldn’t fit on, so we waited for the next one. Before the doors of the train closed, a man pushed his wife through the doors and somehow managed to squeeze through them himself. And she practically collapsed onto the ground in front of us in a coughing fit, dry-reaching and crying. The woman had (as far as we could tell) had been crushed by the overcrowdedness of the train. I had never seen it so packed. It looked like a can of sardines.

The African-American woman continued to choke, cough and splutter, while her husband held her up. I felt so helpless, I have no medical or first aid training, so I couldn’t do anything medical to help. The only thing I could do was offer a bottle of water we has just bought to the man. He then was looking for tissues to wipe his wife’s face and thankfully I had some. So, I handed them to him. The look he gave me will stay with me always; it was a look of restored faith, appreciation, hope, and genuine heart-felt thanks.

We were about to jump onto the next train and he simply said “thank you so much, hope you have a great day”.

There is no better feeling, than helping.

I think as a society we are all so focused on getting ahead, buying posessions to show off our “wonderful lives” on social media that we can’t see past the ends of our noses (I got that from Mary Poppins – she could teach people a thing or two).

So, when you are next in a foreign city or see people visiting from other countries in your home city, don’t be closed off.

You never know what can happen if you open your mind and heart.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

10474686_10152256363507198_121762171010154429_nLAS  Vegas is the decadence capital of the world. Wherelse can you eat,drink, sleep, gamble, shop or have sex as much as you want, with as many people as you want (paid for or not)?

There is no denying this city of sins appeals to a broad range of people. Maybe not those with strong religious ties, but the majority of us.

For me, on this world tour, it is the cities lack of depth that appeals to me.

I can take what I want from this city and no one will judge me. If I want to laze in bed till 3pm in the afternoon, eat one meal a day, drink a carton of beer and gamble away, then so be it. Unlike other cities where you have to make the most of every second to fit in all the sightseeing, you can do as little or as much in Las Vegas.

The best thing about Vegas is its proximity to the Grand Canyon and the over-abundance of tours to one of the Seven Wonders of the Natural World. Against the expert advice of friends and fellow travellers we opted against the helicopter flight over the canyon (which I had done in 2012) and renting a car and went on a Grayline bus tour and despite it taking 20 hours from leaving our hotel till getting back, it was the right option for us. When on holidays I prefer not to put added pressure on myself. Travelling is already stressful enought on a marathon journey like ours, and you have to pick your battles.

This is my second trip to Sin City and both times I chose to stay at Circus Circus, a hotel which is 45 years old, not for its low rates but for its character and distance from The Strip. Sure I could have stayed smack bang in the middle of the craziness that is any hour of the day or night in the heart of The Strip, but I prefer low key chaos. And Circus Circus is this personified.

Just remember what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and on Facebook, Youtube and Instagram.

Finding the perfect travel buddy

FOR seven years I had been travelling alone. Then came along my boyfriend. Some backpackers would say that could throw a spanner in the works and at first I wasn’t sure how it was going to work. But, my boyfriend of two years has fit into the world of backpacking surprisingly well, despite a few moments when he was obviously completely overwhelmed by the lack of comforts when travelling this way. 

I had similar thoughts when I started backpacking in 2007. How do I shower and get changed in a shower cubicle with no bench or hangers? How do you hang up the wet clothes that can’t go in the dryer? And what happens if you need to rest during the hours you are not permitted into the hostel, due to cleaning?

Last night, while in San Francisco, due to washing our clothes late, we ran out of time to get them all dry. Thus, the question how do you dry clothes without a clothes horse or dryer, in a room where there are no hooks? Lets just say this was the question or straw that broke the camels (my boyfriend’s) back. 

This morning, after temporarily checking out of our hostel (room change), we took our 15 items of clothing to the nearby park, which had a couple of picnic tables and chairs. We laid all the clothes out in the sun and waited for two hours until they dried.

Queue the National Parks officer and accompanying police officer. I don’t know if there was a complaint made about “two hood-rats” loitering or two homeless people airing their clothes, but the two men with badges came an d grilled/interogated us. Their first question, which was very obvious was: “what are you two doing here”. To which I replied: “Trying to dry our clothes because the hostel laundry wasn’t open until 4pm”. He said “do you two have any alcohol or marjuana on you?” I innocently said: “No”. To which he asked another question about when the last time I smoked any marjuana. My next response shocked me, as I never lie to police, but I said it without thinking: “2004” (it was actually 2008). And then I followed that up with “We are good, I promise”.

I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list


NOTHING is more exciting than the anticipation of your next adventure.

I started travelling seven years ago as a solo backpacker and this upcoming trip will be the first time to share the experience with someone I love.

Although the prospect of travelling with my boyfriend of two-years is unnerving, I know we will be fine because we have lived together since six weeks after meeting.

Our plans for the trip are finalised and now all that is left to do is pack.

We are hoping to only take 10kg each in our packs, but secretly I am praying it is less.

Kristy and Lion’s World Tour starts on June 13 and finishes on August 1, 2014.

I will keep you posted on our day-to-day movements and share with you what we experience.

Happy travelling 🙂

Twosome travel, a new adventure

Kristy and Lion Kristy and Lion will travel together for the 1st time around the world in June 2014.

WE are 5 1/2  months or 164 days away from leaving Australia to head abroad for 50 days. To say I am excited is an understatement, but I am also worried because the only things we have done are book our main flights to each country and purchase a backpack and some necessary travel items.

When it comes to travelling I am used to having my whole world on my back, and flying solo. This trip to the US, EU, Dubai and Singapore will be a whole different ball game, backpacking with my boyfriend of two years.

I guess, when it is only me to worry about, it doesn’t matter if I am stuck sleeping on the floor of a friends hostel room because all the bunks are taken, catching an overnight bus to a new city because all the cheap accommodation is booked out or having to crash on the roof of a hostel in Greece with Irish hippies because the hostel manager gave away our beds. On this trip I will not just be responsible for my life, but also my “virgin-traveller” boyfriend. It is quite a load to bear, and it may be why I am dragging my feet when it comes to booking all the accommodation and organising everything else. To get the ball rolling this month we need to organise my boyfriend’s passport, book our last flight from Las Vegas to New York, then organise our stops in Europe as well as book a bit of our accommodation – mainly in the US.  Hopefully this will  slowly ease myself into travelling in a two-some. Don’t get me wrong, I am very much looking forward to the new adventure of travelling with my partner, and as I am travelling to a number of places I have already been – the real adventure will be sharing the amazing experiences with the love of my life.

Wish me luck.