At the close of an almost three-week road trip around New Zealand’s South Island, I found myself alone in Queenstown for the final night of what had been an incredible adventure. I wish I could have given myself longer to explore the gem that is Queenstown, but with it being my last stop on the tour, and as a consequence of my tendency to take a lot of detours, I simply ran out of time. Ironically, of all my destinations, Queenstown was the one place for which I had a long list of recommendations. In my phone, you would find a reminder labelled ‘Things to do in Queenstown’, under which I had added suggestions from everyone I’ve ever met who’d been there. The famous Fergburger was somewhere high up on this list and having now been there I can see why everyone raves so highly about it. There is little more I can say that hasn’t already been said; my burger was jam packed with flavour, the meat was succulent, the bread was fresh and it was all round unquestionably worth the wait.
Fergburger (source: Tripadvisor)
When I arrived in Queenstown and scrolled through the various suggestions — most of which were standard tourist attractions — an item on the list that caught my eye was ‘The Cow’, solely for the reason that I had no idea what it was referring to. Before endeavouring to find out more about it, I wandered around countless art galleries (another recommendation on my list). Whether art is your passion or not, the numerous galleries on offer in Queenstown are really worth a look; most showcase local artists’ work and I’m confident that if you were to stroll into any of the galleries found there you would come across talent to suit even the most individual tastes. Anyway, back to the point (see above for a perfect demonstration of my continual digressions) — after browsing the galleries and shops, I saw tucked away at the end of a street the words ‘The Cow’, on what appeared to be the sign of a pub. Continue reading
Bryon Bay is one of Australia’s best known beach side towns, and acclaimed for being a surfing hotspot. It is located in northern New South Wales (NSW) on Australia’s east coast, around a 3-hour drive from Brisbane airport. Though Bryon Bay is a haven for surfers, it also hosts excellent scuba diving sites and is home to a conservation park headland complete with the famous white lighthouse. During certain times of the year, humpback whale migrations can also be watched from viewpoints such as the Captain Cook Lookout, or aboard tour boats.
We spent a long weekend soaking up the sights and sounds of Bryon as well as exploring the surrounding hinterland and smaller, quirkier places hidden among the hills. Bryon is a beautiful town and has become even more popular thanks to the frequent cycle of backpackers and weekend visitors. However, this has caused huge traffic problems in the Central Business District. As Bryon Bay is a place famous for its natural beauty and its ability to keep mining and excessive development away, many people felt that such heavy traffic was contributing to its loss of identity, and a lot of effort has since been put into keeping the town pristine and still attracting its visitors. Continue reading
Anybody’s first experience of living abroad is sure to be filled with a vast variety of unforgettable moments; some incredible, like discovering secret waterfalls in the mountains, others less than desirable, like stabbing pangs of homesickness. My own year spent living in Santiago was peppered with many such moments (amidst all of the wonderful ones, of course). In all of these moments, the things that often pull us through when we are thousands of miles from home are friends and food. Fortunately, in Chile’s capital city, I had plenty of both, so I have compiled a list of my favourite comforting eateries, just in case you find yourself tearful, hungry or hungover and missing an English breakfast in Santiago.
Coquinaria – for a lazy weekend brunch
I think we first discovered this ex-pat haven when my brother and his girlfriend visited and demanded an English breakfast after six months of lomo saltado (Peru’s favourite dish: strips of steak stir-fried with onions, tomatoes and chips, usually served with rice. It’s heavy on the carbs but mouth-wateringly good). After whiling away the late morning and early afternoon stuffing ourselves with baked beans, fried potatoes, sausages, bacon, toast and eggs benedict, croissants, giant coffees and orange juice, this place became a regular haunt for us, especially following a late night. They offer a variety of cakes, fruit salad, and macaroons as well as local dulce de leche media lunas (croissants filled with ‘manjar’ — ‘food of the gods’, need I say more?) The restaurant has several chains, and also a shop boasting hard-to-find items, such as English tea. It’s a bit fancier (and pricier) than my other picks, but if you’re feeling delicate it’s a wonderful place to treat yourself and pretend for one hung-over Saturday morning that you’re Santiago’s answer to Sex and the City…
Address: Isidora Goyenechea 3000 Local S-101, Las Condes, Santiago