This post is part of the Slow Bali article series. The Sea Temple of Pura Tanah Lot in Bali is one ginormous tourist magnet, surrounded by a conglomeration of tourist shops as dense as a Mediterranean man's chest hair. For the privilege of walking through an army of persistent sellers of anything from chicken wings to Ralph Lauren to wooden penises, you pay 10,000 rupiah (admittedly a very low and reasonable price), and make your way down lines and lines of stores until you have to ask for directions to the temple because said stores are so thickly clustered that you ...
During a recent and rather whirlwind weekend trip to Vienna, I realised once again why I am so fond of travelling slowly. The truth is, I find travelling quickly stressful, and if, as in my case, you mix limited time in a destination with a persistent and uncomfortable cold, you end up with a zombie-like traveller walking the streets of Vienna in pain because she just can't bear the thought of staying at her accommodation and resting when she's flying home in two days. Of course, I know very well that there are as many travelling styles as there are travellers ...
Editor's note: I wrote this yesterday. Today I am feeling better and am back to work, so I'm much less grumpy! Sometimes, one just feel like a good, self-indulging and liberating rant (especially when one is sick and a near-continuous stream of snot keeps gushing out of one's tomato red nostrils). Well, ok, it's not that I am instantly inclined to rant just because I have a cold, but it's simply that, having to stay home to recover, I've just proceeded to try and fill the sudden upsurge of free time by diving into the blogosphere more fully and attentively than ...
This post is part of the Slow Bali article series. After a couple of hours walking through the rice fields with our guide, we reach a DIY structure covered by a tin roof and filled with scraps of metal and other bits and bobs, surrounded by coconut trees. An old, wiry Balinese man appears from the terraced fields above, wearing a helmet to protect himself from falling coconuts. His clothes are thorn at certain points and stained by sweat, his teeth yellow from tobacco chewing. Our guide asks us if we would like the man to fetch us a coconut. Though we ...
Editor's note: Bits of this post are meant to be tongue-in-cheek. Here at The Art of Slow Travel.com, I get so busy writing about the destinations I’ve been to and often doing so with very few Is involved, that I sometimes forget that readers also want to know a bit about the writer behind the blog. I discovered this unexpectedly after I posted posts like 'I am moving to Australia' and 'Why I'm leaving Switzerland', and received tips, encouragement and advice from complete strangers who took the time to stop by and comment. In today's post, I want to share with ...
I realise that this post has been a long time coming, as it's now been about a month since I woke up at around 6 am to check my emails before heading to work and, still half asleep, read the email which said that my partner's and my permanent visa to Australia had been granted. Some bits of applying for the visa took us longer than we had thought, while others happened almost t00 quickly. After getting the initial skills assessment certificate for Feri in May of 2010 (which took three months), we discovered that all applications had been shut down ...
Jan 27, 2012 One Comment
This is a guest post by Georgina over at George Going Down for the ‘How do you slow travel?’ series. If you would like more information about this series or want to submit your own guest post, click here. My family didn’t have much money growing up and as such our summer holiday every year [...]
Read more...This post is part of a new series entitled ‘Picture Perfect’, published because of my wish to showcase some beautiful travel shots from around the world which didn’t quite make it into regular blog posts or which tell a story on their own and need few words, if any, to describe them. Having visited Gozo [...]
Read more...*Cue atmospheric instrumental music. Switch on fog machine, set on low. Imagine Anthony Bourdain’s sexy low voice, though actually it’s me, Denise, but his voice sounds much nicer.* …Where am I? Is this a dream? Everywhere I turn metallic green statues of proud men on horses gaze at me from their high pedestals. Buildings so [...]
Read more...Jan 22, 2012 48 Comments
I am delighted to have won round 34 of Travel Photo Roulette, hosted at My Walkabout. The winning shot for the theme ‘Winter’ is one which has always been close to my heart. It was taken during my very first Winter in Switzerland where I have been living for a little over two years now, [...]
Read more...Jan 21, 2012 2 Comments
Every trip we take automatically becomes associated with something. For me, Seoul conjures up images of spicy food and super-trendy youths. Budapest makes me think of cold, Art Nouveau, and more cold. Did I mentioned the cold? Bali reminds me of pools, and crashing waves, and bad food. And Vienna will, unfortunately, forever be associated [...]
Read more...This is a guest post by Will Peach and is part of The Art of Slow Travel’s ‘How do you slow travel?’ series. Will Peach is one of the site editors over at Gap Daemon, the gap year travel website for backpackers and young travellers. You can also find him offering suggestions on “what to [...]
Read more...Where I am now: Zurich
Going next to: Berlin