On the Road Survival Food

Sometimes when you’re travelling, you might find yourself getting a bit tight for cash, or you’re travelling with a tight budget. For most, cutting back on food seems to be the best option for holding on to the last of your pennies. However, you can’t survive on a diet of instant noodles forever. So what is there for you to eat when you’re budget deems unfit for restaurants or luxurious eat ins?

Here is a little list of my on-the-road survival eats, that I can guarantee you I’ve had to live off for an extended period of time during different points in my travels.

Meals:
Tuna and rice.
It’s super cheap (read $1 per can + $2 per single serve sachet/$5 1kg bag) and can be prepped in any environment. When I know that I’ll be staying somewhere for a certain amount of time, I usually buy a small bag of rice and a couple of tins of tuna. Obviously, the tuna is already cooked so I’ve saved time there. All that’s left to do is cook the rice. If you’re in a hostel or hotel, the rice can be easily cooked in a microwave/stove, or if you’re on the road, cook the rice with your cooking camp gear. Even if you only have a skillet, you can still make it work.

Soup in a bread roll bowl
Literal lifesaver for when you’re poor, cold and camping. All you need is some soup (in a can, deli made, whatever) and a round bread roll. While you’re heating the soup (microwave/stove/camp stove), make a bowl out of the bread roll by taking off the top and creating a bowl shape out of the bread. If you’re super clumsy like me, you’ll want to put your bread roll in a bowl because you will spill it everywhere. Pour the soup into your bread-made bowl, and use the bread you tore off to dip into the soup. The bread bowl keeps the soup nice and warm.

Spaghetti Bolognese
Always a top choice. The classic spag bog can be cooked in your hostel kitchen or your camp stove. For the limited bank account all you need is some mincemeat (or quorn for a vegan friendly alternative), an onion, pasta and spaghetti sauce. If you’re at a hostel and have plenty of people to pitch in money-wise, making your own sauce is totally do-able too. The best thing about cooking a good ole’ spag bog whilst you’re on the road? Leftovers for days! The typical size bolognese makes about 6 portions, so there’s your lunch and dinners solved for a while.

Lasagne
An ace of spades hostel meal. If you’re lucky enough to be staying at a hostel that has an oven in the kitchen and a bunch of people who are willing to fork in for a feast, than lasagne is definitely your best option. All you need is mincemeat (or again, quorn for a vegetarian friendly alternative), a can of diced tomatoes, a sachet of tomato puree, an onion, garlic and lasagne sheets, as well as the ingredients for white sauce (flour, butter, milk) which should all be available in most hostel kitchens. Voila, you have lasagne and hopefully some new friends to eat it with!

Snacks:
A few snacks that I always carry with me whilst travelling (sometimes they become my core meals – gotta keep it real) include:
Cheesy Vegemite and Ritz Crackers
Dried fruit
Mentos (or some other lolly for a sugar hit when needed)


For when you’re downright, flat broke:

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It happens to the best of us at some point or another. When this becomes the case, the best rule is never, ever pass up free food and if need be, it is 100% OK to seek free food. Unsure of which direction to head? Here are some great free food dining options:
Cost-Co = free sample food galore!
T2/David’s Tea or equivalent = loads of tea (hot and cold) samples.
Dumpster diving. Loads of bakeries and food outlets throw out what isn’t sold at the end of the day. Read: heaps of fresh bread and pastries! A fav dumpster dive destination for me is Panera Bread.

Bonus Tip: If you’re staying at a place that offers free breakfast, wear a jumper/jacket that has lots of pockets. When the attendant isn’t looking, fill those pockets with as many bread rolls, spreads and cakes as you can! The days food = done!

 

 

A couple of weekends ago, I had the honour of attending a close friends wedding in Bendigo, Victoria. For those of you who don’t know, Bendigo is the fourth largest city in Victoria and is approximately 150kms northwest of Melbourne. In the months leading up to the wedding I was super excited for an excuse for a weekend away, thinking it’d be a nice chance for Henry and I to spend some time together before having to go back to work. It was about 6 weeks before the glorious day that we had an ‘oh shit’ moment as we realised we hadn’t booked any accommodation. We quickly hopped online and found a great deal with The Art Series Schaller Studio (highly recommend staying at any Art Series Hotel!) and booked 3 nights in Bendigo, thinking how cool it’d be if we could fit in a day trip to Melbourne.
After pondering the thought of Melbourne for a few hours, we decided to leave a day early and fit in a quick overnight stop in the hipster city. With only a short amount of time spare to spend in Melbourne, we made sure we didn’t waste a second of our time, and soon after arriving we were quickly off, ready to experience as much as we could in such a short frame of time.

Our trip was off to a busy start. I had to work that morning, so didn’t get home until about 1pm. But the second I pulled in the driveway, we quickly filled the car with our stuff, gave the cat a pat goodbye and set off for our nine hour drive. I’ve got to be honest, the drive from Thirroul (Sydney-ish) to Melbourne has got to be one of the most boring drives I’ve ever done! You’re literally on the same highway the entire way and it is just farmland surrounding you until you get about half an hour out of Melbourne.

We drove into Melbourne as the sun was setting (8:45pm!). Such a stunning entry into an equally stunning city – and a great first impression for Henry, who had never been to Melbourne before this trip.

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The sunset that lit up the sky just north of Melbourne.

We quickly checked into our hotel (Fraser Place – also recommend it!) and walked into the city, on the hunt for some food. Being close to 10pm we were thinking that fast food was going to be our only dinner option, but as we walked down Swanston Street we came across quite a lot of Asian cuisine restaurants which much to our glee were still open for business! We ended up googling reviews and chose to eat at China Bar, a 24 hour restaurant serving all different types of Asian cuisine at all hours of the day and night. We ordered steamed pork buns as an entrée, which were DELICIOUS! For dinner I had BBQ Pork (Cha Siew) on rice, which I had with a Lychee Juice. Both were amazing!

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BBQ Pork on rice. So good!

After an enjoyable meal, we strolled down to Federation Square and enjoyed the Melbourne Skyline in the dark before heading back to the hotel.

Although we were exhausted from the previous days drive, we were up at 8am the next morning, ready to pack in a day of sightseeing before heading out to Bendigo. We kick-started the day with a quick walk to the Queen Victoria Markets, where we enjoyed the best breakfast I think I’ve ever had! I had a big breakfast (sausages, eggs, bacon, roasted tomato, toast and a coffee). The meat was super fresh and it tasted so much better for it! After reluctantly finishing my meal (hey, I wanted it to last forever) we wandered around the market for a while. We didn’t end up buying anything – we came close to buying the cutest pair of baby ugg boots ever for a friend who is expecting, although realised that there would be little use for them in Perth – but it was nice to just have a sticky beak around at our own pace.

Being with an aspiring architect, getting lost in any concrete jungle is a given. After our market window-shopping, we walked around some of RMIT’s rather creative buildings that are sprawled all about the city. We even stepped inside the architecture building to scope out a feel.

We then decided it was time to tick another thing off our little ‘to-do’ list and headed towards Hosier Lane. Unfortunately, this took a while. Google Maps lied to us and led us to the opposite side of the city. It was super hot and we were getting tired, so it was lucky that we saw a T2 store where we were. We stepped inside the tea oasis and taste tested all the teas that were available. We were back in game. Eventually we did find Hosier Lane. At first sight, it was really cool but then as we stood closer to the wall all we could smell was piss. We then got super excited when we saw a café selling frozen Zooper Doopers – Winning! Although, our trip to Hosier Lane ended rather quickly when a junkie couple emerged from a dodgy side street yelling at random passers-by.

Disappointed in our premature departure of Hosier Lane, we wandered across the street and found ourselves at Pilgrim Bar, where we each shared a local handcrafted cider and enjoyed the spectacular view of Melbourne right in front of us. It was starting to creep into early afternoon, so we decided to leave Melbourne on a positive note and make our way towards Bendigo.

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Enjoying some sneaky ciders and a view before heading for our next destination.

The Liebster Award

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The Liebster Award is an award that is passed from blogger to blogger in order to help readers – like yourselves – find new blogs to follow! The lovely Arzo of Arzo Travels has nominated me for the award, asking 11 questions for me to answer in order for you to get to know me a little better.
Now that I have been awarded the Liebster Award, it’s my turn to nominate some bloggers! You’ll find the nominee’s and questions at the bottom of this post.

 

My Answers:

  1. What makes you happy?

To me, happiness is acceptance, enjoying the moment and being surrounded by people who love and encourage you. I am lucky to have so many wonderful friends and family (all over the world) who have my best interests at heart.

 

  1. Do you have any role models?

Hmm, I do have several role models, who I look up to in different aspects of my life. Firstly, my parents. I look up to my Dad for his resilience and his general life motto of ‘shit happens’. I look up to my Mum for her guidance, love and her ability to rarely get mad. I have a family friend who since a young age has inspired me to never stop travelling. Depending on what aspect guidance is needed, I have someone strong and loving for me to look to for support.

 

  1. What do you love most about blogging?
    I love that I can share any fleeting thought I have with such a wide audience! We live in this crazy world where communication is so easy and I love it! I love getting to know my readers and hearing their thoughts and sharing experiences.

 

  1. What do you like the least about blogging?

Sometimes I put a lot of pressure on myself, and I’m a bit of a perfectionist, which doesn’t help when I become lost in moments of self-doubt. I over-speculate what I write and can get very critical if an article isn’t getting as much traffic as I’d like straight away. It’s kinda silly.

 

  1. How much does your blog benefit from Social Media?
    At the moment, the only social media site I am actively using in conjunction with my blog is Facebook, and already it has helped immensely! It has reeled in a whole new readership and has allowed me the ability to get in touch with so many new people! My goal is to reach 500 Likes on my Facebook page (I’m like 20 off, so spread the word! Haha) and then I’ll begin to tackle my Instagram account.

 

  1. What is the most important piece of advice you think we should do as bloggers to keep our followers happy or to gain more followers?

Good question! I think first and foremost, be 100% open. Open to new people and new avenues and don’t be afraid to put yourself out there!

 

  1. What is on the top of your bucket list?

This is a tough question! Can I have multiples?! I have a very long bucket list, but these equally share the number one top spot:

– That Central American trip I’ve had planned FOREVER!

– Travel through South America like a fine-toothed comb!

– Russia

– Egypt & Jordan

 

  1. What was the nicest thing that somebody has ever done for you?

These questions are getting tougher and tougher! I can’t actually pinpoint an example off of the top of my head; rather my mind is being in-fluxed with all the nice things people have done for me! I love it when people complement me, especially at times when it’s so unexpected! Like, sometimes at work I’ll be having a crap day and a customer will complement my eyeliner or hair (superficial and silly I know) and it’ll boost my mood immensely. Then there’s also really sweet gestures, picking a flower, going to my favorite beach. It’s the little things 🙂

 

  1. What is the nicest thing you have ever done for somebody?

I’m a big believer in always being friendly and giving. I always try to complement people, and donate my time or if I have a little spare money to different causes.

 

  1. Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

I get asked this question a lot and it always stumps me. I hate planning my future. I much prefer to live in the now and go with the flow. But, I guess if I had to pick anything, I’d hope that in 10 years time I’m happy and doing what I do best – travelling!

 

  1. What is your favourite quote and why?

I suck at picking favourites. They change all the time. I’ve never had a single favourite color for this reason too. My favourite quote at the moment is a quote by Cheryl Strayd:
‘The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long, meandering walks. The days reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming’.

 

Again, Thankyou Arzo for nominating me. Now it’s my turn to nominate some bloggers and ask 11 questions.
Here are my nominees for the Liebster Award:

Mel – Illumelation

Molly – Molly on the road

Alicia – Blissfultravelher

Dani – Not Lost Just Discovering

Tanvi – That Girls Life Stories

I hope you all enjoy these blogs as much as I did!

 

Some rules to follow:

– Accept the nomination and answer the questions of the blogger who nominated you.

– Think of 11 new questions yourself

– Tag your favourite bloggers who have to answer these questions.

– They write and article on their blog about this nomination and link back to the website of their nominator.

– Please remember when you share the link of your article on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram to tag your nominator again as well so she can read your Liebster Award blog.

Do you accept your nomination?

Here are your questions:

  1. What made you decide to start a blog?
  2. Why do you continue your blog?
  3. What is your favourite book?
  4. You’re stuck on a deserted island. What 3 things do you have with you?
  5. What is your favourite app?
  6. Where is your favourite place in the world?
  7. When not blogging, what do you do for fun?
  8. What is your least favourite food?
  9. What is a name you hate based on a bad school experience with someone?
  10. What is your go-to meal that you kick ass at cooking?
  11. What is the next big thing for you?

 

Looking forward to reading your answers!

 

Happy Travels,

Kachina 🙂

Top 10 Travel Essentials

“What’s important is that you make the leap. Jump high and hard with intention and heart. Pay no mind to the vision that the committee made up. You get to make your life.” – Cheryl Strayed

 

After a much-needed break, Nomaddiction is back and ready to fill 2016 with plenty of adventure, inspiration and drive! Only 10 days in to the new year and I have already found myself packing my bags and jetting around the country. Having just arrived back home again, I am feeling ready to tackle the New Year and write about everything travel related for you to indulge in and be inspired by.

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Driving through rural Victoria

To get you ready for your upcoming trips this year, I have put together a list of travel essentials that’ll help you get by on the road.

 

  1. Noise Cancelling Headphones

It is definitely worth investing in a decent pair of headphones. Not only will a pair of good quality headphones enhance the music you’re listening to, it will drown out background noises on buses, trains, planes, hostel rooms etc.

 

  1. Camera

When you travel, you want to take plenty of pictures that capture each and every glorious moment. To get the best quality pictures, again you’re going to want to invest in a good quality camera. You don’t need to be an SLR whiz to take amazing photos, however I do recommend buying an SLR quality camera. I use my Canon EOS 1100D, which is easy to use and great for beginners.

 

  1. Neck Pillow

While these items look ridiculous and can take up a lot of room in your bag, I 100% cannot live without mine when I travel! There’s nothing worse than having a sore neck after sleeping in an awkward position on a long flight. When you’re not flying, you can use your neck pillow as an extra pillow on your hostel bed if you (like me) prefer extra neck/shoulder support or if you’re camping, they make a great pillow in general!

 

  1. Baby Wipes

Baby wipes are great! They can be used for almost any purpose and are easy to carry, taking up barely any space in your baggage. I always keep baby wipes on me and use them for cleaning my hands, make up wipes and for cleaning my bits when there is a large amount of time between showers (eg. Long haul flights, camping etc).

 

  1. Book

I’m one of those people who severely struggles with reading a book on a digital device. I much prefer to hold the tangible product in my hands and bask in the great papery smell that can only be experienced by holding a real book. While books can take up a bit of room in baggage, you only need to pack one and then participate in hostel/public book swaps in order to continue reading and lighten your potential heavy load.

 

  1. Food

I always pack survival food. For me that pack includes a tube of vegemite, a tube of cheesy vegemite, ritz crackers and zappos. Unfortunately, all of these products are Australian (you can take the girl out of Australia, but you can’t take Australia out of the girl –amirite?!) so if you’re reading abroad, the only advice I can offer is ‘that sucks’.

 

  1. Vomit Bag

One of the great little gem’s of advice that my Mother gave me was always take the vomit bags from the Airplane. I always laughed at her and thought she looked crazy stealing as many vomit bags from the back of chairs as possible. That is, until I fell ill with the most horrible hangover ever and very ungracefully threw up out the front of a religious temple in Vietnam – not a fine moment. In between spews, I remembered my Mum shoving a vomit bag in my backpack before I departed, so in an act of desperation I opened the front pocket of my bag, and like some kind of holy grail sent from above, there was a vomit bag, clean and folded, ready to be annihilated.
Ever since then, I’ve followed in my Mum’s footsteps and always grab a handful of vom-bags before getting off a plane.

 

  1. International Travel Adapter

No explanation really necessary. Get one.

 

  1. Journal and Pens

You don’t need a fancy journal; a 50cent notepad from the dollar store will do just fine. Really, all you need is something to write on and something to write with. When you’re constantly on the move, it can be hard to remember everything, so even if you only write a sentence a day, you’ll still have something to remind you of all the fun you had when you go back home.

 

  1. Quick Dry Clothing

Always pack at least one quick dry t-shirt and pair of pants. They always come in handy and cleaning is easy as they only take seconds to dry in order to become wearable again.

Things that gave me wanderlust in 2015

Initially, I was going to make my final post of the year a review of the past twelve months. However, the Internet is being filled with people’s reflections and thoughts of the year and I couldn’t possibly bear the thought of boring you all with a years worth of personal trials and tribulations. I am in no way denying the significance that 2015 has had on me; it’s been a big year that has seen a lot happen (including the birth of this blog – yippee!). So instead I’ve decided to write you all an extensive list, recording all of the things that gave me wanderlust throughout the year. Hopefully something in there will make you smile or inspire you to get up and get out there! Enjoy.

 

Books

On the Road – Jack Kerouac

A Penguin classic. While this book isn’t new (it was written in 1955), I was yet to read it until this year. On the Road is a novel based on the travels of Kerouac and his friends across America. Everything about this book equated to wanderlust for me. I bought it in Shakespeare and Company whilst in Paris earlier in the year. At that particular moment I was feeling reminiscent of my time in America, so On the Road comfortably filled any empty thoughts I had.

 

Wild – Cheryl Strayed

I think I actually read this book in 2014, but this year has gone by so quickly that the time has kind of moulded together (I also figured that seeing as this is my first ever final-post-of-the-year that I could get away with a few 2014 inclusions). Another book that put happy, nostalgic thoughts of America in my mind. This book is definitely a must read! The story follows Cheryl Strayed who, at the age of twenty-six thought she had lost everything after the death of her mother, so impulsively decided to walk eleven hundred miles along the Pacific Crest Trail alone. The emotions described in this book are very raw and real, and also empowering.
After reading Wild, I may or may not have (I did) gone straight to Mountain Design and layby-ed heaps of hiking gear.

 

Confessions of a QANTAS Flight Attendant – Owen Beddall with Libby Harkness

I’ve got to be honest; I didn’t think I’d love this book as much as I did. There is no denying how cutthroat honest yet hilarious Owen’s tales of his time as a Flight Attendant are though. This book is filled with gossip and debauchery. Despite the warnings of lack of sleep, relationship strains and annoying passengers, you will find yourself filling out application forms for your local airline.

 

A Thousand Splendid Suns – Khaled Hosseini

To say that this book gave me wanderlust would be using the complete wrong terminology. Rather, this book put things back into perspective for me. The story surrounds two women living in troubled Afghanistan and portrays the meaning of family and friendship. A very well-written, emotional novel that left me speechless upon finishing. We all get so absorbed in our first-world bubbles sometimes, and this book is a great reminder of global happenings outside of those bubbles, and the devastation that innocent people are unwillingly falling victim to.

 

You Mean the World to Me – Jesse Hunter

A gorgeous book filled with photos of Jesse Hunter’s travels around the world. The pictures showcase love all around the world. Regardless of age, sex, religion, race or social status you mean the world to someone and someone means the world to you. A really cute book that will make you feel all warm and fuzzy.

 

Paris in Colour – Nichole Robertson

Another photo book. Paris in Colour is filled with photos that Nichole Robertson has taken in Paris and are organised according to colour. Much like the city, the book is super quaint, lively and romantic.

 

Magazines

I love killing time browsing the magazine stands at newsagents. Here are a few magazines that never fail in inspiring and motivating me:

 

The Collective Renegade

National Geographic

Get Lost

 

Films

Wild

The film adaptation of Cheryl Strayed’s novel, following her three month hike on the American West Coast. The film was so well done, Reese Witherspoon is amazing (!!) and the scenery is killer.

 

 

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

Another 2014 addition. However, I love this film so much that I couldn’t not include it! The scenery is amaaaazing and I always love a film that has a ‘life’s what you make it’ moral. This film definitely inspires spontaneity …. And inspiration for that $2000 Iceland flight!

 

Paper Towns

A little cheesy, but I can’t deny how much I loved John Green’s film adaptation of the novel! A coming of age film without the BS. Follow your heart.

 

Art

Unfortunately, I’m not a very artistically talented person, much to my disappointment. However, I do really love looking at other people’s amazing creations. A few months ago, I went to a gallery viewing at the Bulli Beach Gallery and was blown away by the art that was being displayed. Unfortunately I didn’t write down the artists’ details, but her artwork was amazing! The artist was a University student who always painted the view from her hotel window, and let me tell you, some of the paintings were immaculate! A really inspiring, fresh twist on travel art that I thoroughly enjoyed.

 

Photography

Whilst doing a photography class at uni earlier in the year, I found that I really enjoyed looking at the work of other photographers – particularly those of Ansel Adams. His no-editing beliefs are something that I have taken on board and are constantly kept in mind when taking photo’s.

 

Instagram

I’d be lost without Instagram. I waste so much time scrolling through travel accounts. These are some of my favourites that induced serious wanderlust:

@seanscottphotography

@chrisburkard

@worldwanderlust

@jonesaroundtheworld

@muradosmann

@travelemporium

 

Social Media

Facebook

A recent inclusion. Facebook and other social media sites can be so wonderful when the purpose of its use is to create and connect! I recently joined some travel groups on Facebook (Girls Who Travel and Female Travel Bloggers) and have very quickly grown madly in love with them both! It’s so great to see women encouraging other women to go out and achieve whatever they set their minds to, it’s so empowering and lovely! Both of these groups have filled my heart with so much love and admiration and have given me seriously itchy feet!

 

Music

The Playlist

No journey is complete without a killer playlist. Here’s a snippet of what mine includes (no judging either – sometimes you just need a little Bono to get you going):

Beautiful Day – U2

Pumpin’ Blood – Nonono

Love Like This – Kodaline

Built – Watermät

Over the Rainbow – Israel Kamakawiwo’ole

Escape – Jack Johnson

Step Out – Jose Gonzales

Lost it to Trying – Son Lux

Falling – HAIM

My Type – Saint Motel

Crystals – Of Monsters and Men

King And Cross – Àsgeir

Fire and the Flood – Vance Joy

Of the Night – Bastille

Home – Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

On Top of The World – Imagine Dragons

Midnight City – M83

Endless Summer – Josh Pyke

Memories – Weezer

Alive – Empire of the Sun

 

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Only Smiles – Sanur Bali – November 2015

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Only Smiles – Reutte Austria – January 2015

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Only Smiles – Bondi Beach Australia – August 2015

Boot Scootin’ into the New Year

I mentioned it in my last post, but I’m going to tell you all again. I love this time of year! While a lot of people find themselves in a 4-week state of stress, I always seem to find myself giddy with excitement. Even though I am 23, I am always in a gleeful headspace every year when the Christmas and New Year period rolls around.
Just like my love for all things Christmas related (I am known to make my friends do irrational Christmas related activities at all times of the year – like visiting Noël stores in Quebec City for hours on end during spring break ….in April, or prank calling friends with a rendition of Jingle Bells … in June and even blast Justin Bieber’s “All I Want for Christmas is You” on repeat year round), I’ve always loved to celebrate New Years. Admittedly, I’ve never quite understood why people place so much emphasis on this single day – it is after all only another day – but nonetheless, I am never one to turn down an excuse to celebrate and be happy whilst surrounded by those that I love.

In the years since turning 18, I’ve experienced all sorts of New Years Activities, including house parties, clubbing til 5 in the morning and even a few abroad. For this blog post I was going to talk about how I started 2015 in a friends apartment in Amsterdam. While it was a fun way to bring in the New Year, I kept getting flashbacks of the 2013/14 transition and how out-of-the-ordinary that particular celebration was. So, I’ve decided to keep my Dutch New Years for a later date and will instead tell ya’ll of how I spent the last moments of 2013 and first moments of 2014 boot scootin’ in a hall in middle-of-nowhere Montana.

Lets first set the scene. If you’ve been following my posts you’ll know that December of 2013 saw me pack a bag(s) with 7 months worth of gear and head to Montana, where I’d be participating in a student exchange for 5 months before travelling in the following months. My flight to America was long and exhausting – travelling to Montana is not an easy task. I flew from Sydney to Los Angeles to Salt Lake City and then finally touched ground in Great Falls some 30+ hours later. Initially, I was going to be met by some close family friends who I’d be staying with for the week over New Years before heading down to Bozeman to start my session abroad. Unfortunately, they had all fallen ill with a nasty flu, but luckily they had family in Helena (who I’d met and spent some time with on my last trip to the States) who were happy to pick me up and have me stay with them before uni began. When the small 25pax plane landed at Great Falls International Airport, I was delighted to see an abundance of snow! The small city was a large white blanket of it. Walking out of the airport, I was met by an icy -12C chill, to which I was informed was quite warm in comparison to the weeks prior, where temperatures had dropped to -23C (little did I realise that -22 was to become the daily average and the coldest temperature I’d feel would be -38 – did I mention it was cold?).

The next couple of days were spent getting used to being in a new time zone and acclimatising to the foreign, below freezing temperatures. I arrived in Montana on December 28, between then and the 31st there had been little talk about New Years activity, so I was possibly a little too excited when on New Years Eve I was asked if I’d like to go out that night. Of course, I said yes and hurried down to Wal-Mart to buy 2014 paraphernalia. I was ecstatic by the vision of shelves upon shelves stacked with oversized glasses, hats, vests, toys and even fake beards that had ‘2014’ written all over it. I managed to bite the urge to purchase all of it and came away with 2014 glasses, a blower and a weird toy that made a squealing noise when you zipped it in the air.

Whilst the sun set (in the winter it’s dark by 4pm), we all did our bit to prepare a big New Years Eve feast for dinner. There was meat slow roasting in the BBQ, salads and desserts being made in the kitchen. As we sat down and ate dinner, I was told what to expect over the course of the night. I quickly learnt that I was going to be having a real country Montana New Years.

We arrived at the hall a few hours later with a couple of drinks in hand. Walking towards the door I could hear chatter and live music. When we walked inside the hall I saw a decorated room, filled with people of all ages in their jeans, boots and cowboy hats socialising, drinking and dancing to the band that played live on stage. I found a table and sought refuge there for a while – I’d never done swing dancing before. I happily watched as the room revolved around me. It came as no surprise that I was pulled up from my seat and taught basic swing dance moves. I was reluctant at first, but I couldn’t deny the fun I was having.
Not too long after I’d sat back down after my quick lesson in swing dance 101, a man in his mid 40’s who could only be described as a cowboy approached me. He had on a red and white checked shirt which was tucked into a pair of dark blue jeans, leather boots and of course a big hat. He asked for my hand in a dance. I turned around and looked at the group I was with, who all nodded and smiled. I spent a few songs swing dancing around the hall with this man. I couldn’t help but laugh – this was a pure only-in-Montana moment!

The night continued in this fashion. People were dancing and chatting; having a genuinely good time. When midnight came around, the room fell silent. The band counted us down. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. The hall erupted into a huge cheer, people were popping party confetti and there was the sound of fireworks from outside. I was happily wearing my 2014 brandished glasses, with a popper hanging out of my mouth and flying a squealing toy around my head, beyond excited for what the coming months had in store for me.

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New Years in Helena, MT in my 2014 getup.

There’s nothing that quite compares to skating around an ice rink, with a cold nose as Christmas carols fill the air. Whilst the weather is bitter, the atmosphere is warm and joyous. As you pause mid-lap on the ice skating rink, you take in your surroundings… You’re bound by old buildings and market stalls, the area is scattered with people chatting, laughing and drinking gluhwein. This is Christmas in Bruges, Belgium.

 

Christmas. It seems to creep up quicker and quicker every year. With the holiday season right around the corner, I’m sure there are plenty of you that are getting ready to pack your bags and travel to wherever it is the rest of your family are. For some of you, that trip might only be a short one, for others it may require a day’s travel. Or, if you’re really lucky, your family might be headed out to a destination Christmas!

 

Last year, my family did just that. We packed our bags and boarded a plane to Belgium. This was particularly exciting as it was to be our first family Christmas together for a very long time – my Dad works night shifts, so for as long as I can remember, Christmas mornings were spent waiting for Dad to get home from work before opening presents. As you can imagine, as a little girl waiting to open presents from Santa Clause was one of the hardest things in the world!
Leaving Sydney a few days before the arrival of Mr. Clause was a mixed experience. There was excitement for the coming trip and sadness as I left Henry for the holiday season. Previously, I have spent time in the weeks coming up to Christmas in different countries. I love seeing how different parts of the world prepare for and how they celebrate Christmas, however I’ve never spent Christmas Day abroad.

 

Arriving in Europe was as it always is after a 24 hour-plus flight – manic. We’d arranged to fly into Charles Des Gaulle Airport and pick up a car in the 7th arrondisement – flying into Paris and picking up a car in the CBD were both much cheaper options. However as we drove into Paris’ crazy centre-ville it dawned on us what a terrible idea this was. Anyone who has experienced the traffic in Paris would understand how insane picking up a car right near the Arc de Triumphe is, let alone driving it after minimal sleep! But, by some miracle we managed and drove off in the direction of Bruges, Belgium.

 

Driving through the quaint towns of country France, in the crisp, early winter days made the ungodly 26th hour (guesstimate, it was probably more like the 50th hour – just kidding. But it was a really, REALLY long time!) of travel pleasantly bearable. The small towns were cutely decorated in reds and greens, ready for the arrival of Le Père Noël. After three hours of driving through France and into Belgium, we’d finally made it to Bruges. Driving into the city, we were all in awe at the sight of the abundance of flashing Christmas lights that encircled the area and were then surprised again at the adorable architecture that Europe is well known for. As it turned out, we would be staying in one of the cute two-storey town houses for the week that we were there.
Why/how did we end up in Bruges for Christmas? The idea came to Dad whilst we were Skype chatting when I was living in Montana. It was snowing heavily outside and I commented on how cool it would be to have a white Christmas. At this point in time, the family were deciding whether to come and visit me in Bozeman or wait for a family holiday later on in the year. A couple of days after chatting with Dad, I received a text off him asking if I could talk. I quickly called him and he asked if I’d be upset if they didn’t come to Montana and instead we all went to Europe for Christmas. Initially, I thought he was joking. Turns out he wasn’t. My fleeting comment only a few days prior about a white Christmas had stuck in his head and he decided a white, European Christmas would be an enjoyable experience for all of us. We just had to choose a destination.

Unsurprisingly, the list of possible white Christmas destinations was vast. However, we had managed to limit it to Bruges Belgium, Füssen Germany or Copenhagen Denmark. We ended up choosing Bruges as Copenhagen was out of our price range, and it was more time efficient to get to Bruges than Füssen (however, we were still able to visit Füssen later on in the trip).

 

Unfortunately it didn’t snow while we were in Bruges, but this didn’t lower any Christmas spirit. Our time in Bruges prior to Christmas Day was spent wandering around the city; ice skating, going to the ice sculpture show and meandering around the Christmas markets. Lots of hot chocolates, gluhwein, frites and chocolate in general were consumed.
Christmas in Bruges is definitely what can only be described as a fairy tale experience that is definitely worth encountering.

 

Wishing you all the best for a very Merry Christmas!
Kachina 🙂

Thanksgiving. An American tradition that I’m sure anyone who’s seen any American TV series will have knowledge of. Being a fan of many American TV and film productions, I was aware of this annual national holiday and curious as to what attending a Thanksgiving dinner would be like and if it matched the hype that is displayed in Hollywood productions.

 

As you may be aware, 2011 was the year that I spent abroad. Travelling the world, experiencing new things and learning what I could before knuckling down at University. I spent two months of 2011 travelling around North America, visiting new places and revisiting old friends. Luckily for me, my timing of this trip coincided with Thanksgiving – even more so exciting was the fact that I would be in Chinook, MT (aka Home #2/Home-away-from-home) for a couple of weeks either side of the holiday!
Whilst travelling around the States in the weeks prior to Thanksgiving, I didn’t notice anything too out of the ordinary. Until, what literally felt like overnight, every town I visited seemed to be decked out in warm coloured decorations, pictures of turkeys were everywhere and everything consumable became pumpkin flavoured! I was in New York City at the time and I can remember my friend telling me it was a shame that I’d be missing out on the famous NYC Thanksgiving Parade.

 

I arrived in Montana only a few days before Thanksgiving and was given the lowdown on what to expect at the big family lunch that would take place at the family Ranch. I asked eagerly about what foods there’d be, and much to my delight, everything I’d been hoping for would be there for me to try!
Wanting to participate in the preparation and bring a little bit of Australia to the menu, I asked if I could add to the dessert menu. Their response was an excitable YES! I decided to make lamingtons – both chocolate and strawberry ones. Everyone was excited to try the famous Australian delicacy and although my recreation ended with the lamingtons looking like spongy blobs of cake covered in icing and coconut (I learnt that lamingtons are incredibly hard to make!), they were all devoured in a matter of minutes.

 

When it came to the actual celebration of Thanksgiving, I was surprised in that I had no idea what to expect. I first noticed the huge amount of food (!!!!) and the state of panic in the kitchen. When the prized Turkey was finished cooking, we all stood around the island in the kitchen and held hands as someone said grace, then it was straight to loading up our plates with as much food as possible and taking it to the table where everyone happily chatted and watched the football.
In case you were wondering, the food was amazing! The Turkey and homemade cranberry sauce was delicious, the pumpkin pie didn’t taste like pumpkin, but rather cinnamon. The only thing I didn’t enjoy was the rum and eggnog that was placed in front of me. It must have been known that I wouldn’t like eggnog, as when I went to take my first sip, everyone stopped at watched (just like how we love to watch people try vegemite for the first time in Australia) and laughed as I choked on the grotesque flavour and poured more alcohol into the mix.

 

The afternoon was spent in a somewhat comatose state in front of the TV as the football played. Almost everyone there tried explaining to me how NFL works, much to everyone’s dismay I just didn’t get it – those shoulder pads are just too distracting!

 

Overall, my experience with Thanksgiving was good fun. I’ve been abroad for many national celebrations all over the world; there’s nothing quite like experiencing something that is so special to a nation with locals.

I hope all of my American readers and friends have a happy and safe Thanksgiving this year. Have some pie for me!

 

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30 Turkey hands later … handmade by Nina and myself.

Imagine you’re all snuggled up with your special someone, in a nice King-sized bed. Inside the room is toasty warm, and for now, you don’t even care about how it is outside, you’re just happy where you are.
Suddenly, there’s a loud blasting of horns and the sound of cars screeching.

That’s how day 2 began.

 

Peering outside from behind the drawn curtains revealed a few things. First, the noisy car culprits appeared to be what looked like a Hot Rod festival. The street was filled with people cheering as different cars tore down the road. Secondly, the weather was shite. Grey, rainy and bleak.
Turning around and seeing the huge bed I’d just hopped out of really did seem like a much better idea. And if I’m being totally honest, after the previous days ride, the motivation to continue was almost non-existent.

 

But, knowing that we had somewhere to be and loved ones to see was enough to get Henry and I up and running. Given the crappy weather we had to come up with some new plans so that our belongings wouldn’t be getting ruined on our upcoming ride. Unsure of why we hadn’t thought of it earlier, we took out the bike cover and wrapped it around our gear on the rear rack. We’d packed the bike in decent time and were in out wet weather clothes, but were still hesitant to start the looming 4-hour ride. We procrastinated our leaving time by visiting a bike shop and buying some supplies (better gloves for myself and anti-fog shield for the both of us) and enjoyed a prolonged breakfast at DQ.

 

At some point it became evident that the weather wasn’t going to get any better, so we began our second day of riding. We were heading up to a small country town near the Canadian border called Chinook – a town that I’ve spent a lot of time visiting since I was a little girl. I was very excited to be taking Henry to my second home and to introduce him to my adopted American family. The ride to Chinook from Great Falls is a fairly standard drive; the only part that we were worried about was the final half hour, where the road enters the windy Montanan plains.

 

Unfortunately, the conditions of the road weren’t as expected, and ten minutes into the ride we found ourselves driving on a gravel highway. Just in case you’d forgotten, we were riding a little 450cc Honda. The fact that the bike was able to function with two people and their luggage was amazing. However, as we approached the recently ripped up highway, it became very evident that the bike was not off-road equipped, so we wobbled our way down the road worked highway. When we finally made it to the end of the gravel road, we very happily pulled over for a quick recoup and took in the glorious sight that we were surrounded by. Montana is a state filled with endless beauty!

 

Luckily, the rest of the ride to Chinook went as planned. It was a bitterly cold day and the wind made it even more cold, but the ride was totally worth it when we arrived home, were greeted with cuddles and warmed up with cups of tea.

 

Henry and I enjoyed a few days in Chinook before heading back to Bozeman, via Helena. Where I’d be flying out East for a week, while Henry continued the motorbike trip solo until we were due to meet up in Portland.

 

Driving through beautiful Montana.

Driving through Montana

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I hope you’re enjoying the tales of our first motorbike trip. The next instalment will feature a guest post by Henry, as he retells the week he spent riding from Bozeman to Portland alone.

 

Safe Travels,

Kachina

Who I flew with: Air Asia, Sydney to Denpasar return $258
Where I stayed: Ubud – Ubud Bungalows, $40 per night twin room
Sanur – Hotel Belair, $40 per night twin room

Bali. An Indonesian island that, if I’m being honest I’d never really been interested in visiting. The masses of Australians that frequently flock to Bali to party had created a bad rep for the Indonesian state in my mind. Queuing up for my flight to Bali at Sydney Airport didn’t settle my preconceived image of the infamous Australian tourists. As I patiently lined up to check in, I was surrounded by countless bogans in Bintang singlets, who were vivaciously comparing the prices they paid for their trips. My eerie thoughts continued to escalate as I boarded the flight and noticed several groups of people ordering their in flight beverage of choice (Bintang), claiming that there was no better time to prepare for their holidays than the 7 hour flight there.
Luckily I was seated next to a friendly girl who was visiting the Island for the first time as well; we spent much of the flight chatting about what we were hoping to fill in during our weeklong getaways.

Upon arrival at Bali and meeting the pre-arranged pick up, I was instantly blown away. Driving out of the airport and along the busy highway on the way to Ubud was definitely something different to say the least. I was immediately captivated by the countless number of wood carving shops, men pushing food trolley carts and the tenacity of the numerous motorcyclists zipping in between the peak hour traffic. I was also amused by the driver’s questions – was the air conditioning temperature ok? Did I like the song that was playing?
He was asking these questions with an honest, caring look in his eyes. About an hour in to the drive (the drive from the airport to Ubud in peak hour takes about 1 and a half hours) he asked if I minded if he pulled in to a supermarket to get a quick drink – he was thirsty. I laughed and told him of course he can stop. I was busy staring out the window at the kite-filled sky when the driver returned to the car carrying three little popper drinks. One for him, one for his wife in the backseat and one for me. I was so touched by this small gesture. Whilst driving, the wife of the driver had told me that while they’d been married for 11 years, they were still yet to have children because they couldn’t afford it. Before going to Bali I was aware of the corrupt society that has been created since Westerners started buying most of the landmarks surrounding the tourist areas. Having this awareness and an understanding of the couples’ situation driving me to the hotel, made the simple gesture of buying me a drink melt my heart. I very quickly learned how giving the Balinese are. This event made my introduction to Bali a very welcoming one indeed.

So given the lack of interest in Bali, how did I end up there?
I have this incessant problem. Quite often (ok lets be honest, at least once every day) I find myself on flight search websites, looking up prices to random places. I stumbled across a mega deal for Bali. Return flights from Sydney for $240 (plus booking fee). I saw the price and had to go! I messaged a few friends, but much to my dismay, they all had work commitments. I was disappointed and felt like these ridiculously cheap prices were going to waste.
A couple of days earlier, a girl I knew from my first year at University posted on a social media site that she’d bought tickets to an event in Ubud. By chance we ended up messaging each other and she mentioned the dates of the festival. They were the same time that I was hoping to go! Without any thought into it, I purchased those return flights to Bali and off I went.

UBUD

I arrived at Ubud Bungalows in the early evening and met with my Uni friend/travel companion for the coming week.
We excitedly exchanged details on what we’d been up to and decided to grab some dinner. I was so hungry and the Nasi Goreng I ordered did not disappoint!
In the short time I’d been in Bali, it had already enthralled me. The smells, textures and people were all so unique and very different to what I’d imagined. I had been pleasantly surprised.

The main reason we were in Ubud was to attend the annual Ubud Writers and Readers Festival (more detailed posts to come). I had missed the first two days of the festival, but was eager to participate in the remaining days. Listening to so many inspiring and humbling people tell their stories, whilst amongst the palm trees and rice fields of Ubud, surrounded by likeminded people was quite the eccentric experience, making the event memorable and something that I would attend again in the future.

Outside of the festival, Ruby and I had both agreed that we were in holiday mode and didn’t feel the need to go out of our way to explore. We were happy to spend our free time by the pool, reading. Given the easy accessibility of Bali from Australia, we’d both figured that we could simply come back in the future to traverse what we were missing out on this time. We were taste-testing Bali.

Overall, my experience in Ubud was motivating, sweaty and fun. It’s definitely an area that I’d recommend. Everything about Ubud oozes culture and the locals are all very inviting and friendly.

SANUR

After spending a few days amongst the greenery, it was time for us to experience something that Bali is quite well known for – it’s beaches.
Sanur is known as a sleepy seaside resort town, and like Ubud it did not disappoint. The water was an idyllic shade of blue and the sand a fluffy white.

Sanur was a very relaxed stay. We hired out a beach cabana on one day, spending the time relaxing under the sun, reading and occasionally diving into the ocean when the heat became unbearable. It doesn’t get more relaxing than that!

Whist in Sanur, we also did a day trip down to Uluwatu. The spectacular scenery that we witnessed at the Uluwatu temple and later at Padang Padang beach, gave homage to Bali’s diversity. It’s hard to believe that in the one location you can have light Blue Ocean, soft sand, dramatic cliff drops and temples overlooking the sea.

Every time I get away from home, even if I’m not too far in distance, I like to take something from my experience and apply it to better myself. I was surprised that in such a short time, Bali reinforced the importance of not taking things for face value. Whilst I was apprehensive about Bali for so long, being there reminded me that there is always something deeper. The people taught me to enjoy my life for what it is and to be giving.

I thoroughly enjoyed my time in what is known in Australia as ‘Paradise Island’ and would recommend Bali to anyone – there is definitely something there for everyone.

Uluwatu Temple

Uluwatu Temple

So my last motorcycle post ended with me telling you guys where exactly Henry and I went on our great-American-two-wheeled-adventure. If only re-telling a story could be as simple as just stating the basics. I wish I could actually just take you guys all there, give you direct insight into my brain, kind of like the pensieve in Harry Potter. Unfortunately, I’m still waiting on my acceptance letter from Hogwarts, so can’t invite you to review my memories, so I shall begin to share them with you via written words and hope that they will take you somewhere else, as if we were using a pensieve.

The day that we left Bozeman was an absolute mess. Both Henry and I were feeling excruciating pains from the night before. Having a huge night on the town with all of our new closest friends to celebrate the time that we’d all experienced before going our own ways before having to take off on a motorcycle for several hours the following day turned out not to be such a great idea. On top of that, I also had a 7am alarm set for a room inspection. The last time I would ever step foot in my humble Bozeman abode again. Once you also factor in good-byes, packing and time limits, it makes for a very emotional, tiring day.

We’d hoped to be out of Bozeman by no later than 2pm, but due to finding packing the motorbike really difficult, we didn’t end up leaving until close to 4pm. We were only riding to Great Falls (approximately 3 hours north) so we figured leaving a little bit late wasn’t a big deal. Boy, what a mistake that was!

Having failed in practice packing the bike, we’d also failed in riding the bike with extra weight on it. We wobbled out of Bozeman, becoming the victims of several confused stares and headed onto the I90. We’d driven on the highway several times before in a car, so we never realised how bad the wind was on that stretch of road. What should’ve only taken 30 minutes by car took us almost and hour and a half on the bike. Not only was poor Henry getting used to riding the motorbike with all of this added weight on it, he was also fighting against the crazy winds that were trying so hard to tip us over in all directions!
The relief we both felt when we finally made it to the I15 Helena exit can’t be put into words. We were both exhausted from that first stretch of the ride, getting off of the tunnel-winded highway and onto open plains was like a godsend. We stopped at a small gas station just outside of Helena to have a quick drink and buy some more duct tape (did I mention that everything was attached to the bike with duct tape and rope – we had it down to an art). We finished our drinks off fairly quickly and applied more duct tape to our few belongings and realised that it was almost 5:30! Shit! We were still 2.5 hours away from Great Falls via car; we didn’t even want to think how much time would be added because of the bike. Luckily the weather that day was really nice; we’d left Bozeman wearing just our protective gear over our t-shirts.
Realising how struck for time we were we quickly skulled the last of our drinks, mounted the bike and zoomed off, down the long, winding Montanan highway.

The next 40 minutes of the ride was all smooth sailing. We’d driven through Helena and were nearing the Mountainous National Park part of the highway. We were in awe at the sight of the mountains that we’d be riding through, such magnificent beauty we’d landed ourselves in! Although, the moment the mountains came into sight, the warmth from the sun disappeared. It was freezing! We quickly pulled off the highway and emptied our backpacks of all the warm clothing we’d stuffed in there. Luckily there were no friends about then to take photo’s of us looking absolutely ridiculous as we both looked like mini HR Puff ‘n’ Stuffs hopping onto the bike with all of our winter gear on. We continued riding through Helena’s great mountain range; the bike was struggling in the high altitude, but we had no other option but to keep on going. Mind you, I did have family friends in Helena who could’ve come to save our sorry asses, but we both had intact pride (and had already paid for one nights accommodation in Great Falls and were in no position to let that slide).

We eventually made it to the other side of the mountains and were happy that the road ahead seemed straight and flat. Having done the drive between Great Falls and Helena a lot over the last couple of years I was happy because I knew we were only about 30 minutes away from a warm room, cosy bed and a delivered dinner because I sure as hell was not going outside again that night!

By this point in time it had grown dark and night-time was all we could see along the dimly lit highway. Somewhere around this time, Henry took a wrong turn. I hadn’t noticed that he’d taking any turns; I’d been too busy caught in a hungover/what-the-hell-am-I-doing daydream. I had noticed that it seemed to be taking us forever to get from the Northern side of the pass to Great Falls. I also realised that I didn’t recognise my surroundings, but just passed that as being the dark playing with my mind. It wasn’t until we drove past a sign that said ‘Augusta ahead’ that I realised that we weren’t where we needed to be. I tapped Henry on the back and he pulled over – we communicated by a very particular tapping ‘Morse code’ whilst on the bike as we couldn’t afford to buy headpiece’s.
I remember asking Henry where exactly we were, to which he exasperatedly responded that we’d be there soon and we needed to hurry because we were running low on fuel.
For anyone who knows the roads of Montana well, you’d know that Augusta is not where you want to be at 8:30pm on a bitterly cold early spring evening on a motorbike. We made it to the Choteau turn off and pulled to the right, finally on a straight road to Great Falls! I still have no idea how we ended up taking the wrong turn.

About half way to Great Falls from the turn off the weather took another spin and was now absolutely freezing. Both Henry and I were so cold we’d gone numb, but wanting to get to Great Falls as quick as possible, we ignored how numb we were and continued riding. Until that is, the motorcycle’s engine cut out and we were left stranded on the side of an empty road, in the dark, numb from cold with no petrol in the engine. We were both so tired and irritated that we didn’t even speak at first. We just kind of stood, dumbfounded. Henry said he could set up the tent and we could just sleep on the side of the road. Furious, I snapped and said ‘No! We are going to the hotel!’
Henry passed me a torch and he started un-taping the jerry can. It was at this point a car slowly ambled up the long driveway that we were at the end of. A kind lady asked us if we needed any help. Stupid us replied ‘No thanks, we’re fine, just re-filling our tank.’ The lady drove off.
Once Henry had re-filled the engine and re-taped the now empty jerry can back onto the side of the bike, we got out some hand warmers from our make-do tank bag and slipped them down our shirts. Whilst they didn’t warm our bodies up completely, it was a comfort that motivated us to make it to Great Falls (I enjoyed the hand warmer a little too much and ended up with a burn on my chest – oops).

The most annoying thing about the motorbike running out of fuel when it did was the fact that we could see the glow of Great Falls not too far ahead of us. It was so close yet so far away! When we finally made it into the once distant glow of Great Falls, a blanket of happiness encompassed the both of us as we ‘wooped’ and high-fived each other down the highway and to the front door of the hotel we had booked a room at.

Much to our surprise, the lady at reception didn’t greet us with an odd look as we entered the building looking like we’d just walked from Alaska. She was very kind and understood that we wanted to get to our room and warm up. We opened the door to the King Suite we’d booked for the night and were ecstatic. We blasted the heating and I jumped in the shower. I had been so cold that my whole body was red and it took about 5 minutes of just standing under the water for me to warm up.

Once Henry and I were all cozied up and not numb anymore, we had pizza delivered to our room; we devoured it in the comfort of our king bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

We had survived Day 1.

In ‘2 Months. North America. Motorbike. 8000 Miles.’ I gave you a short introduction into how this trip came about. In this post I will be relaying how we prepared and planned for the trip.

Living for a short time in another country didn’t make preparing for this trip an easy task. Although, given the hindsight we have now, both Henry and I realise that no matter how prepared you think you may be for a trip like this, there is absolutely nothing that can prepare you for what happens on the road and the experiences you gain.

Nothing can prepare you for the assortment of weather, road conditions and nights so cold that hypothermia actually seems possible. There is also no preparing you for the new connection you make with the world. When you ride on two wheels, you becomes one with nature. It’s a feeling that can only really be explained through experience. You can feel, smell and touch your surroundings in a way that isn’t possible through other means of transportation.

Preparation (or lack there-of) aside, when Henry and I had committed to the idea of travelling and camping around North America on a motorcycle for two months, we quickly realised how much we didn’t have in order for this to work and how much luggage we had with us at current!
The first (very apparent) item that we didn’t have was a motorbike. Traveling around a chunk of a continent on the back of a bike without said vehicle would have been very challenging indeed. As I don’t have a bike licence (something I’m hoping to gain soon!) the riding of the bike was going to be done by Henry who had got his license only 2 weeks before leaving for America when he envisioned himself travelling the States on the back of a classic motorcycle. So Henry quickly started trolling craigslist for motorcycles and a few weeks later purchased our baby/mode of transportation, a 1981 Honda CM400T. A vintage American motorcycle that isn’t sold in Australia; our dream was quickly becoming a reality.

In between bike searches, we both organised for the majority of our luggage to be shipped back to our homes in Australia. We both used Seven Seas, who I’d recommend for any overseas shipping. Decent prices and door-to-door pick up/delivery makes what could have been a very stressful task, stress free.

One mistake that we did make in regards to luggage is the fact that we neglected to do practice packing before shipping our big bits of luggage and before leaving. Something that we very quickly regretted! If you’re planning on doing a trip where the luggage you will be bringing with you is limited, make sure you practice pack! Packing the bike up on the day that we left Bozeman was very stressful and resulted in us looking like the families you see on motorbikes in parts of Asia – a look that stands out immensely in Montana. Luckily our first stop was at some family friends of mine in Chinook. So we were able to ditch a lot of items that very quickly became apparent that we weren’t going to be using them over the coming months.
Had we done the practice packs that we said we would (but failed to do so), we would have saved ourselves a lot of stress, time (it took us hours to pack the bike on that first day) and we would’ve been able to add what we threw away to our luggage that was being shipped back home.
Lesson learnt!

Once we had the luggage and transportation sorted, it was time to get a few last things including motorbike gear (shoes, jackets, helmets, gloves etc) and camping gear (Tent, sleeping bags, cooker etc). Henry bought an Alpinestar jacket, Gaerne boots and had gloves gifted to him for Christmas. I bought a pair of no-name leather boots online, got a leather jacket from an op shop and bought gloves from a motorcycle store clearance bin. We both used Bell helmets.

For our camping gear, we bought a North Face Rock 22 Bx Tent, MSR cooking equipment (stove, gas bottle, crockery and cutlery), Henry had bought over his Deuter Sleeping Bag, and I bought a small, roll up sleeping bag from Wal-Mart.
Take note that we didn’t buy mattresses. We relied on nice grassy patches in the ground. Although, we did end up buying a cheap $5 yoga mat and extra blankets from Wal-Mart after being uncomfortable and cold for about a week.

We were very lucky in that all the gear that we purchased for this trip were exceptional! I’d definitely recommend all of the products that we used. The only encounter that we had whilst travelling was to do with a loose bolt on the bike. So whether you’re looking for quality camping gear or bike gear, I’d definitely recommend the above listed items!

Whilst we were in the process of organising/purchasing necessities, we were also caught up in planning a travel route. Which proved to be quite the challenge. Before coming to America, Henry had mentally planned to head straight to Canada, travel East then South back into America at North Dakota, head into South Dakota and out to New York. When I had planned my after-college travels, I’d planned to head straight to my family in Chinook before flying out to Boston to spend time with a friend there and was then going to fly to LA where I was originally meant to be meeting my Australian friend, from which we’d hoped to travel around California, making the trip to Vegas before heading north into British Columbia.

With our separate plans being so different, we’d figured that we’d both have to completely scratch what we’d earlier planned and make a new travel route. A compromise. As I’d already planned to spend time with my family in Chinook and had bought my flight to Boston, that part of the trip wasn’t changing. Being family, they were very eager to meet Henry, so it was decided that we’d head North of Bozeman together on the bike, returning again to Bozeman a week later, so that I could catch my flight out East. My flight to Boston returned to Portland, OR a week later. So Portland was the official starting ground of our bike trip. Whilst I was on the East coast, Henry spent the week travelling from Bozeman MT to Portland OR, travelling through Idaho and Washington State to get there.
We’d booked accommodation in Portland and hadn’t really set anything in stone from there. We thought we’d head west to the Ocean, taking our time in Oregon before having to be in Canada by June 6 (the date my American Visa expired).
Our travel route was rather spontaneous and our destinations and length of stays were mainly dependent on what we felt like doing.

Our final route (which was decided as we went) ended up being Portland – Lincoln City – Newport – Florence – Crater Lake – Eugene – Portland – Seattle – Vancouver – Nanaimo – Victoria – Lake Cowichan – Qualicum Beach – Vancouver. From there, I flew home and Henry continued to travel.

Travelling without knowing where we were going was something new to me and at times stressed me out too. But I don’t regret a thing, it was a whirlwind trip that I’d happily do again and again!

In my next post I’ll share with you how our first ride to Great Falls MT went and begin detailing the early days of the trip.
Happy Travels,

Kachina 🙂