Overland from Oz Itinerary Overview: Southern Queensland and Brisbane

“Not all those who wander are lost.” – J. R. R. Tolkien “Like all great travelers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen.” – Benjamin Disraeli The first time I remember visiting Brisbane as a child was Expo ’88. The Exposition which marked the bicentennial of the European settlement of Australia. It felt like it was sprawling and it was a great holiday with my parents and sister. But, the most significant effect of Expo ’88 was the Continue reading →

Living a double life: wanderlust and homebody

I am a walking, talking, living, combination of wanderlust and homebody. The Double Life How very simple life would be If only there were two of me A Restless Me to drift and roam A Quiet Me to stay at home. A Searching One to find his fill Of varied skies and newfound thrill While sane and homely things are done By the domestic Other One. ~ Donald Blanding. I yearn for a base but am exhilarated by the journey. I love to make a Continue reading →

The things you notice running with jetlag

I am back in Australia, back at work, jetlagged, and missing my husband of just a month intensely. I went for a walk to the beach at 5:30am this morning. Jetlag has its mixed blessings:waking up before dawn is one of the upsides. I ran, or tried to. Running with jetlag is one activity I do not relish. The first couple of runs while jetlagged are all kinds of uncomfortable. My body cries out. My chest feels like it is going to explode. My feet Continue reading →

Changing travel plans: when International Affairs and acts of war throw things into disarray

One of the things that has been exhilarating and a little off-putting in the plans leading up to Overland From Oz is just how much being away of international affairs is making the itinerary a changeable proposition – even to the point of changing travel plans. Even if i wanted to, increasingly, it is becoming more difficult to narrow down how my plans are going to play out and exactly how often I’m going to have to call time out on the grounds of safety. Continue reading →

I am a legal alien

In America, I am a Legal Alien. In America, I am an alien. In America, I am a Legal Alien. In America, I am an alien. I am not protected by the constitution of the United States. I cannot travel In and out of the country on my own whim. This is a bit of a problem. You see, we have different passports. I am Australian. RM is American. However, Love knows no passport. We accept that we are complicated. We chose this. We chose Continue reading →

A Naked Theologian

I’m a lateral thinker inclined to make connections between seemingly unrelated things: a naked theologian. In writing about 19th century women poets lately I’ve been thinking about the challenges of their domestic lives in the midst of their creative pursuits. I was also challenged by Joy Bennett’s post reflecting on Billy Coffey’s thoughts on ‘naked writing.’ It got me thinking further about the function of some of my writing here. As Billy Coffey quotes his writing instructor: “People write because they must. Because there is Continue reading →

Call me a nomad

Hi there, welcome, call me a nomad! I’m presently on my honeymoon! With everything happening with OverlandfromOz, I thought it best to have some posts that still have currency from www.goannatree.com reposted here in the new forum! I’d love your thoughts and comments! __________________________ Call me a nomad. I’ve spent many many many hours of my life sitting in airport lounges. I’ve even had to sleep in one or two. I’ve been delayed because of tornadoes, cyclones, dust-storms, the American president (one memorable afternoon in Continue reading →

Obstacles are there to be overcome: traveling solo in south east Asia

By far the most complex part of the planning so far has been trying to come up with options for navigating traveling solo in south east Asia between Singapore and Australia (largely by sea) safely. I’ve already written a couple of posts about like Sailing Asia? Or what to do about the possibility of Pirates. It’s not an exaggeration to say that this area of the world is much more convenient to fly in hops, but…and this is a big but – I really don’t Continue reading →

On being mistaken for a local all over the world

Whether in Paris, or London, or New York or even Brisbane, I’m often surprised by the way I seem to be mistaken for a local resident. I’ve been asked for directions, in french,  in Paris, in German in Berlin, and Spanish in New York, had locals wax lyrical in London about how not Australian my Australian accent is, and had no less than six people ask me about where to find things in and around the cultural precinct while wandering around for a morning in Continue reading →

Overland from Oz Itinerary Overview: New South Wales by Rail

I don’t take the idea of traveling New South Wales by Rail for granted. I once won a bet with my dad about when the railway stopped into my home town. He wouldn’t believe that I remembered it. But, I did. I remembered looking up, small as I was, over the dashboard of my aunt’s Volkswagen Beetle, Alex. It was mint green and I felt so special sitting in the passenger seat of that car singing ‘Frère Jacques’ and ‘Lemon Tree, very pretty’ with her Continue reading →