Two is enough — I love planning my own trips — the full itinerary — researching where I want to go, how to get from point A to point B, and booking my accommodation. Bus travel is my least favourite form of transport. I love trains! …

How? — Pene Hodge prompted me to write how I fly overseas so frequently on a tight budget. The Qantas Frequent Flyer Program Here is why I don’t pay for overseas airfares — well, actually I pay the tax, not the flight. I joined Qantas Frequent Flyers in 1994 even though I was anything but a frequent…

Basic Rules of Travelling — I’m not usually one to give advice but some people obviously need it — not you, dear readers. Number One: Don’t lose your passport as soon as you enter the country. Number Two: Plan how you are going to get from the airport to your accommodation. Don’t expect your host…

Believe it or not — it’s my real name. G’day. I thought I had better start with that although I never actually say g’day in real life. But at least you know I’m an Aussie. Yeah, we do say Aussie, not Australian. I have been described as “a riddle wrapped…

Italy and Portugal are popular destinations this week — Congratulations, Globetrotters on honouring our request for shorter stories and for no more than two stories each per week. It has made our job as editors more enjoyable as we have many new writers sharing their stories. Welcome, new writers! Writer Spotlights Scott-Ryan Abt introduces himself to Globetrotters. He’s off to Italy…

B is for Bletchley Park — Bletchley Park had been on my bucket list for a while, so I decided I’d get going early and spend the day there. Even so, from where I was staying in London, it required a train, a tube and another train from Euston Station. It was midday when I arrived…

You’d always meet a guy (or two) — Vincent Gragnani’s story about meeting a Uzbekistani on an Amtrak train reminded me of the days I used to catch a train to university. We usually caught the air-conditioned Sunlander but on this occasion, we were given one of the old non-aircon wooden trains with deep red leather bench seats…

It happened to me in 1969! — Ghosting has always existed. It wasn’t called that though. Back in 1969, I lived in a flat in Townsville with 3 other girls my age. We were all in the same class at teachers’ college. We partied a lot. Every weekend we’d have guys visit us. One particular group of…