The World is our Home

April 2017.

It’s been a long time since we last wrote here. A lot has happened. Multiple journeys have started. Now with a family of four we randomly thought that this space should be renamed to WE TRAVEL WE ARE. But since our kids might not want to travel for living in the future it can remain in first person.

It was end of autumn in the Southern Hemisphere. We were looking for a new apartment as we were expecting our second child and were facing the common misconception that we would need more space than a “two-bedder” (first world problems). We actually went ahead and started scouting for a larger space and managed to bargain down the asking price by 6%. Something new we learnt as they called our bluff and our offer got accepted by the landlord. Luckily for her we turned the offer down and disappointed her (or not).

If only they knew that the higher climbing rentals and property costs in Sydney inspired us to decide not to find a new place (temporarily) and stay put until our new addition to the family was was born had a passport and was ready to travel the world with us.

Five months later, and here we are. Giving up every piece of furniture we owned and selling as much as we could to finance yet another “Around the World” journey for almost 6 months and now with 2 kids. More about the SELLING experience and second hand marketplaces in Australia later.

Yes! We managed to finance 50% of our tickets by selling all our stuff and terminating our lease tenancy with enough notice time so we can actually return the flat the day before our flight. With the help of family and friends we managed to pack the “must-keep” items (no, LR can’t sell his GolfClubs and I cannot let go of my coffee machine), and reduce all our life belongings to mere 4cubic metres.

The only item we didn’t sell was our car. And that’s just for the convenience of having something to move around when we return from this journey. We found out however, that in Australia there’s an “Airbnb” for cars. One month before our go date, we discovered and actually managed to rent the car two weekends in a row to a couple of people in order to try the model and see if it actually works. Guess what?! We decided that this was yet another way to support our expenses and make some pocket money while being away. Voilá! Great solution on how to keep the car in use and pay for its expenses (insurance at least).

Anyway the days were getting shorter and the date to take off was getting closer. I was showing my daughter how to save up to pay for the tickets in a plane shaped piggy bank, and just before the flight we broke it and collected all her cash saved up to “pay” for her ticket. She managed to save almost $300 within 5 months.

September 17 2017. The date had come. We have no residential address. We leave literally homeless on our WORLD TOUR. *Excited clapping*

We packed as light as we could but traveling with 2 kids (one 4month old) is never light. More about our packing tips later.

First stop: HONG KONG

Luis & Meri


Paddling on the Kangaroo River

We loaded our canoes early in the morning. There was a mist covering the river so we could not see the windy river ahead. Maybe that’s for the better as we had 25km ahead of us.
Everything surrounding us was incredibly silent, almost perfect like an image frozen in time and space. There was no wind, no sound and not a soul in sight. The air was crisp and moist, a perfect winter morning in the river. It kept us wondering what the rest if the day would bring and if we had enough to stay warm throughout the two nights ahead if us.

20130708-182016.jpgThe water was still and the nature was slowly waking up. No one warned us that the river was perfectly still so we could not paddle down or up the river. It was pure muscle that kept us moving.

As the sun started peeking through the mist, we could slowly feel the nature around us waking up. The birds chirping, the fish jumping and the occasional kangaroo hopping by observing us curiously. We passed green and blue rocks, yellow fields and some enormous lily pads.

Kangaroo river is a curvy one, with something new around each corner. Parts of itcompletely unexplored felt as if a human foot had not stepped onto the land. As the sun started shining on the trees around us we suddenly became aware if the beauty and life around us. Wombats, possums, cat fish – they were everywhere and despite daylight and the cold winter morning, they all came to greet us.

With so much life the Kangaroo Valley was full of abundance and peace.

20130708-182022.jpgWe set up camp half way down the river at an ideal spot to watch the sunset. We set fire and listened to possums ruffle trees around us as we enjoyed our hot teas and tried to stay warm and dry.

Living in the wilderness, even only for a few days, proved to be good for the mind and soul. Learning to appreciate nature and reconnect with the true beauty of our world has been a challenge and we often forget that we don’t need a plane or travel to a new continent to be mesmerized.

The most beautiful creatures and landscapes are around us. All we have to do is take the time to appreciate.


Uluru – Mother Nature’s Work of Art

You can see it. It’s just there, stretching up above the flat desert plain in Central Australia.

Admiring Uluru

Opening the windows of your 4X4 you feel the dry heat, you see nothing but the red sand and hear nothing but the engine of your car disturbing the peace and quiet.

The occasional snake crosses the road, the large red kangaroos hop by and you see eagles and other scavengers dinning on what’s died in the heart of this vast continent.

The rock stands still, all alone in the very middle of the bare orange earth. As you approach it it grows and it seems to be close by. You drive for miles and miles and what seems like a lifetime later you are in front of it looking high above you, holding your neck for comfort.

This majestic, world’s largest monolith, is … breathtaking. There is no other word to describe it. You suddenly feel so small and insignificant, standing next to this magical, structure – mother nature’s work of art.

The rock looks gentle, but it’s sturdy. It’s been there for millions of years. The things it has witnessed, or maybe it hasn’t… This is so far away from anything! Up until 200 years ago not many people knew about it. It was the home to the Australian Aboriginal Community, nomads who found comfort in its spiritual meaning and shelter in its numerous caves.

7998377708_6ee26e6ca5_cThe rock tells stories, it has paintings, you touch it and can almost feel it breath. There is so much respect for this large monster, so much attention – it’s almost intimidating. Everyone is snapping photos, admiring its colours. It changes at dawn, mid-day and at dusk. I would not believe it if I had not seen it with my own eyes. No photo does it justice.

Uluru and Kata Tjuta National parks are Australia’s most visited tourist destination yet they hold many secrets, things you and I wouldn’t know about. Traditional ceremonies held here to mark significant occasions, births, deaths… Walkways which are off bounds to foreigners, history which can only be appreciated by the local community.

It’s beautiful and sad at the same time. As you watch tourists climb the rock and abuse the trust of locals for that one picture on top of their most sacred spot, my eyes tear up.

We admire it from afar appreciating it’s beauty, soaking in its energy. I feel it’s there for a reason, this lonely rock, in the middle of nowhere. It’s just that you and I might not know the answers and risk not understanding its true purpose.

Loosing yourself in a Bouquet of Flowers

Of all the countries in Southeast Asia Vietnam will always have a special place in my heart. Not because of the countless motorbikes on the roads or the endless cables towering above yo

Vietnam, special in every way
ur head as you walk the streets, but because of the beautifully rich and unique culture this country is so well know for.

I was fortunate enough to travel across most Southeast Asian countries and have to admit that while culture and history from one have influenced the other, the countries themselves are quite distinct and very special.
The people from this part of the world are (in general) very gentle and soft spoken. The service they provide is impeccable and their smiles are some of the biggest I have seen.
Their cuisine is rich and tasty, they serve it with so much love. There is great attention to detail and every hand made or painted product is done with passion and purpose.

Vietnamese ladies smile as they sell their picks at the morning market

In Vietnam, some stereotypes are visible everywhere: people wearing conical – Non La (vietnamese traditional) hats and women do wear their typical dresses – Ao Dai in their day to day activities. People work in the rice fields and yes, usually ride a motorbike everywhere squeezing up to five people on a single bike. The traffic is mad and crossing the roads is an adventure only the brave dare to try. The honking never stops.. the sound pollution can be overwhelming.

One thing which I was unaware of before is the culture of flowers. Every morning, just before sunrise, people set out to the wet markets and as they buy their fresh produce they also buy fresh flowers. Flowers, which I later learned are produced in Vietnam for export across Asia, are a big part of their lives and bringing colour to the house is of extreme importance. The importance is also seen in people’s marked preference for names of flowers in the choice of girls’ first names.

In the cities you will notice many beautiful women with their straw hats squatting on the side walk next to big metal containers filled with water and fresh flowers of every colour. “Cheap cheap!” they shout at I pass by them inhaling the priceless smell of sweetness in the array of smoke and traffic fumes around us.
You buy a bouquet and take a deep breath in hope of loosing yourself in the moment and forgetting about the countless honking motorbikes around you.

In the Land of Sun, Sea and Stone

Some of my earliest memories of water go back to sailing on the deep blue seas winding our way between numerous lush green islands scattered across the ocean. We would make our way towards abandoned beaches and jump from high cliffs into the unknown waters below. Life was simple. Summers were all about bringing a picnic fridge filled with cold tomatoes, bread and paté. We would stretch our towels across the rocks and take in the smell of fresh pine trees stretching out all the way into the sea.

Organic is a norm not a marketing stunt
I will always remember the taste of those tomatoes, the sound of children’s laughter and the stillness of the sea

I will always remember the taste of those tomatoes, the sound of children’s laughter and the stillness of the sea. We would watch the sun set into the water and everyone swore it was the most beautiful in the world. It was a happy childhood.

Croatia is the home to some of the most beautiful coastal beaches, virgin and unspoiled by  resorts and imported sand. And when you step off the beaches the surrounding is surprisingly peaceful.  The smell of traditional baked pastries and freshly brewed coffee will lure you into places where people sit and chat for hours in the sun.

The Croatian coast will always have a special place in my heart and a few people will always make sure it stays that way.

Counting the islands along the deep blue Croatian coast

Her name is Seka and she is 74 years old. For the past 50 years she has lived on the coast, watching the yacht-filled marina from the apartment. She has used similar backdrops for quite a few of her paintings and is always inspired by the different shades of blue. Having moved before the city had its touristic boom, Seka and her husband Ivan enjoyed life in this beautiful Roman city. Each morning she would get up, carefully putting on her make up and feeding the pigeons on her balcony while getting ready for her daily coffee excursion. Seka meets her friends each day of the week in one of the cafes located in narrow, flat stone alleys. She would walk for 20 minutes to get there and as always, would cross the long bridge leading her to the 2,000-years-old city center. She wears her high heels every day and always makes sure she dresses up for herself and the city. Her friends and her would sit for an hour or two in the shade, order cappuccinos and watch people passing by. They would discuss their daily topics, exchanging words of advice and wisdom with anyone who was willing to listen.  It’s a happy hour for the ladies who use this time to discuss art, politics and the usual favorite – fashion.  As a child I would sit in the shade sipping my cold juice watching people with dogs and pretty foreign ladies pass by, not entirely consumed in Seka’s debates about my new haircut or ballet classes. I would occasionally run off to the sea and watch the boats make their way across to the islands on the horizon.

Seka meets her friends each day of the week in one of the cafes located in narrow, flat stone alleys

“You know, Zadar has the world’s most beautiful sunset!” she would always ensure me as I look out into the sea. I would play games trying to count the islands, at least those that I could see from the pier I was sitting on. Once the coffee is drunk and the topics for the day have been exhausted Seka would get up and walk 100m towards the open air market where she buys fresh fruits, vegetables and meat for the day. She knows all the sellers and out of 20 stalls selling fresh farm eggs chooses to shop only at one (don’t ask me why!).  She bargains on the price of tomatoes and almost always decides that the quality of the fruits is not good enough, or not as good as it used to be when she was my age.  The market has an attached fish market and always smells like the sea. Today, the smell of fish, oil and shells brings back sweet memories.

White-stone churches against the blue sky

I would do my best to help Seka carry the bags as she has a talent for always buying more than she can carry. She walks back across the bridge in her high heels and magically makes it just in time for her favorite soap opera which she follows religiously.  Her husband, Ivan helps her up the stairs and waits patiently for the instructions on how to prepare the food before disappearing into the kitchen coming out only hours later with the most delicious Mediterranean food served for kings and queens.  This a daily ritual, one which demonstrates the joy for life and at the same time is a great example of Croatian lifestyle. The slow and easy coastal life, dictated by the hot summer sun and laid back Dalmatian mentality. When the tourists leave and the summer fades to autumn, the small community life doesn’t change. The daily rituals continue but the city becomes more peaceful, the sea is calm and the islands are happy and green.

She says "World's most beautiful sunset"

This beautiful scenery fosters a feeling of bliss and joy, opening a chapter of gratitude in all those who visit this coast. The sight of white-stone churches against the cloudless blue sky and the sound of prayer bells which stretch all the way out into the sea is priceless. Seka, to me, remains the one true ambassador for Croatian coastal lifestyle. With the sun, sea and stone which serve as a canvas for her beautiful art, I will always believe that Zadar indeed has the most beautiful sunsets in the world.

After all, you have to believe what your grandparents say.

All-Sense Awakening Indian Market Experience

The passageways were narrow and the stalls were tightly stacked together leaving little room for us to pass without getting our clothes ripped in one of the metal bars sticking out from the sides.

Following the masses we approached the entrance to the biggest market place in Bangalore, South India embracing ourselves for what was to come.

India - the home of colourful bangles

One thing we have learnt over the years is that when travelling you ought to throw aside the guide books and chat with the locals. They are the ones who always know what to do, what to see and which place serves the yummiest local food and coldest beer in town. They are your best bet, almost always guaranteeing you will experience the culture not as a tourist but as a traveller.

In order to do this you need to scout for the places where you will be sure the locals hang out. With this in mind, we head to the best place we know your typical tourist won’t go in India – to the open air local food markets.

They say that the ‘early bird catches the worm’ and in case of markets that is definitely true. Early morning is the best time to go and experience the bustling crowds and observe from the sides every day life of the locals.

The market hustle and bustle

In India this experience is special. Your senses are enhanced. You become hyper-sensitive to smells, tastes and sounds and can easily have an out-of-body experience overwhelmed by everything that’s happening around you. If this is the rush you are after, the market is, guaranteed, the best place to go.

As you approach the stalls, which to seem to stretch to eternity, you are aware that you are part of it now but still might choose to keep a distance and enjoy the life from afar, carefully watching the fruit seller weighing mangos, the black market money changers counting rupees and the florist making beautiful jasmine designs for a wedding happening that afternoon. Everyone has a story or two and they are happy to share them with the by-passers including foreigners.

A beautiful backdrop for the most vibrant photos

You will be blessed by a passing priest and run to avoid a stray dog. You will hold your camera tightly but take the most colourful photographs and taste the most exotic fruits. The smell of curries and other spices will fill your nostrils and the local food sellers will try and lure you to buy their freshly made naan selling it as ‘the best in the whole of India‘. The sight of food will make your tummy rumble.

Your eye will linger upon the most gorgeous sari patterns and you will surely bump into a few beggars along the way while small children will pull onto your clothes, excited to practice their English and find out what your name is.

Ladies selling jasmine and bananas

The rickshas will be sounding their horns in the background but the sounds of the market will filter the traffic and bring you back to the moment where everyone around you is in their own world. The sellers will be shouting, the customers will be nodding their heads and everything will evolve around you, seamlessly, perfectly – as if you are not there.

You will watch, you will observe, emerging yourself into real India – and you will love it.

After an eventful few hours of hustle and bustle of the South Indian market you will pop across the street into a cafe which will surely have a checkered black and white flooring and hard seating benches.

The markets always hide interesting local stories

Their vast array of yummy sweets and local delicacies will be displayed in a glass fridge and the waiters will be eager to serve you chai and recommend their favorite sweets. Almost surely you will get more than you can eat and be encouraged to take some home for your friends.

And so with a full belly, a camera full of vibrant photographs and a smile on your face you will continue on to your next adventure, but you will never forget the excitement of an all-sense awakening Indian market.

Making Bali a Real Cultural Experience

Following Bali’s negative PR over the past decade this magical Indonesian island has suffered a substantial loss of tourism. Fortunately for the locals, over the past few years the popularity has picked up and Bali, which is 5 times bigger than Singapore, has seen masses of tourists swamp its South and Southeast coast.

Balinese offerings

While many complain that the backpacking culture of Bali is corrupting its pristine natural beauties with carelessness, drugs and wild parties, my experience has shown that this is concentrated only to Denpasar, Kuta, Seminyak and the surrounding areas.

To experience the real Balinese lifestyle and its incredibly rich culture, avoid the tourists, fold up your tour guides and make some local friends.

Here is my list of must-see places on this beautiful island:

1) Ubud – many people will note down Ubud as the must-visit spot in Bali thinking it’s one of those spiritual centers where hippy yogis go.

Ubud rice fields

Ubud is in fact the very heart of Bali, surrounded by rice paddies and gorgeous tiny villages where you can, within 10 minutes drive from Bali watch the locals produce their crafts and observe the morning offering rituals. Ubud is a great cultural center where you can also attend one of the performances from the Ramayana and indulge in some great local food. You can rent a bicycle and ride through the Monkey Forest, drink fruitshakes overlooking the rice fields and enjoy some incredible massages using the local hot volcanic stones.

2) Singaraja – located in North Bali this old capital of Bali is far from touristy and very few foreigners end up coming here to see the black volcanic beaches and watch the dolphin migration from East to West each morning at 5am (spider boats depart from Lovina). Singaraja, or the ‘Lion King’ is a typical Balinese town where you should stay for a few days to experience the real local life style and perhaps even attend one of the local ceremonies.

Spider boats departing Singaraja for some dolphin seeing

Mingle with the locals to learn more about the local traditions and you might even get to attend a local wedding or some other traditional ceremony.

On the way to Singaraja make sure you visit the numerous waterfalls where you could enjoy some white water rafting and other water sports.

3) Check out Bali Temples – Every Balinese village has several beautiful temples but the most famous ones include Tenah Lot, Pura Besakih (Mother Temple), Ulun Danu Temple, Pura Luhur (Uluwatu), Pura Tirta Empul and Taman Ayun Temple in Mengwi. Each temple is special in its own way and the best way to see them is to rent a car (ideally with a driver) or a motor bike (please be careful on the road) and drive for 2 days. Given that Ubud is in the center of the island making this your home base would be ideal. The temples are scattered around the island and each one has its own story.

Beautiful Balinese temple architecture

Make sure you learn something about them before visiting or at least get a driver who could brief you on each one. When visiting temples make sure you are appropriately dressed. Most of the temples provide covers (sarongs) for both men and women when entering but you could also bring your own.

4) Mt Agung or Gunung Agung – this volcanic mountain is one of the tougher ones to climb in Bali and is located just an hour drive from Ubud. The climb ideally begins at 2am in the morning so that you can reach the top just in time to see the sunrise. Being about the clouds, overlooking the entire island and witnessing your guide providing the spirits offerings is priceless and worth the steep climb. On a good day, from the top of Mt Agung you can even see Mt Rinjani in Lombok – the island East of Bali across the sea. The view is simply stunning.

View from Gunung Agung at 3,142m above sea level

According to the Balinese Hindu religion, Agung is the most sacred of mountains and is home to Bali’s largest temple, Pura Besakih. Make sure you get a guide if you plan to climb this mountain and ask them to bring along some good Balinese coffee. If you are not an avid mountaineer make sure you let you guide know as they could guide you through a different, easier path up to the summit.

5) Coffee Degustation – Indonesians are proud of their coffee and the Balinese guides will be quick to suggest visiting one of their numerous coffee plantations where you can enjoy various blends, aromas even (if you are lucky) try the famous Luvak coffee (Kopi Luvak)

It’s yummy and once you see the price tag you will want to enjoy even more :)

Roasting Balinese coffee for our degustation - Yum!

Remember, unless you are a surfer Bali is not about beaches and expensive hotel resorts. You can also opt to stay in a local villa, away from the buzzling night life, surround yourself with monkeys, stop and smell the frangipanni flowers and enjoy the local delicacies. You can camp in the national parks in the West and snorkle with tourtles in the South. You can dive in various sites along the coast and enjoy the colourful culture, smiley people and unique language. Get lost in Bali and write your own last chapter of Eat, Pray, Love.