Aussies are everywhere; in every hostel & major city in Europe. It’s nice to work in a place where not everyone is disenchanted with Aussies. They certainly know how to make me feel special! There is a Hungarian guy at work who can barely understand me but loves when I say the words ‘food’ and ‘bus’. I said ‘kangaroo’ for him and I’m pretty sure I now have an admirer for life.

Trying on pink silk tails in the flea markets in Paris.

I’m always having little moments when I think – this is why I travel! I thought I might start a little series of them here. Interested?