Got a child who loves flying? We do! And this DIY Copilot cockpit activity made our last airplane ride enjoyable. Give it a try, it’s easy to make and will spark some imagination on your next flight. This illustration has different flight instruments, dials, and controls to keep your little one interested. Add some strips of…
Just two days after getting home from Munich, we left for Berlin. At 5am. Christian and Tommy, who were sharing the four hour drive (flight) down the autobahn, predicted traffic and so as the sun rose on Michaelweg, we were peeling out of it, packed tightly in the comfort of fine German vehicular machinary. After…
Two thousand and ten, the year of our epiphany. My partner and I quit our jobs to backpack around the world. Travelling was on the top of our bucket lists, right above having kids. We were in our early 30’s and knew it was the perfect time to do one or the other. Thus, we…
It was late in Melbourne when the Qantas flight left. An hour’s delay because of “technical problems”. That never bodes well when you’re on a plane that has to get to the UK. Still, the flight went well to Hong Kong. I’d ended up in the Premier Economy section this time. That made up for…
And so San Fran was a swirl of sorbet coloured houses, steep hills, Starbucks and China Town. Our flight was, as the trend seems to be thus far, delayed due to the fog that often settles over the city, and so we took off a couple of hours later than planned. The morning was spent…
Yes, you read the headline correctly. You’re probably thinking one of these, “You must be crazy, did you not see on the news all the mysterious deaths in the Dominican Republic?”, “Gurl, DR? I wanna live!”, “No way, no how, I’ll be drinking my rum and coke over there.” Fair enough, we respect everyone’s opinion…
Where do you possibly begin with a city that has been (rather successfully) in film, literature and music for about as long as it has been in existence. Do you start with the snooty Parisians who, high on living surrounded by such impossible beauty, rarely deign to mix with Non Parisians, especially if they don’t…
” You’re going where”? “Djibouti”. “Dj – Booty, who’s that”? It sounds like an up-and-coming Dee-jay. It’s not a “who”, it’s a country. Ah, this is how our typical conversation began when we announced our trip to Djibouti. To start off, Djibouti is located in the Horn of Africa, (dare, I say it), bordering Eritrea,…
At 2:00 on Monday we packed up our bags and headed away from the land of the rotten egg and headed towards Wellington, the capital city of Auckland known for awful rainy and windy weather, the Seattle of the southern hemisphere. It is the gateway to the South Island so it is a necessary step…
On the plane from Paris to Barcelona, I closed my eyes and imagined Spain. The sun, sangria, sundresses, brown skin and bare feet. Sweating profusely in my I-Have-To-Wear-5kg-Of-Clothin g-So-My-Luggage-Meets-Restric tions outfit, I envisioned the beach and me on it, and endless mojitos. I had to. There was no air conditioning and I was desperate. Barcelona…
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