Hawaiian Road Trips, by the Walker family

My father loves to drive.  This is a statement which should not be taken lightly.  I don’t mean it in a crazy/fast driver sorta way, but he genuinely likes driving.  So one of the things he enjoys when we are holiday is driving around the area.  When I’m on holiday, I personally prefer to chill in the backseat and take in the sights, so I don’t really get it – but hey, this does mean that my father’s knack for taking the wheel is quite relaxing and convenient for the rest of us.

A couple times now, we have driven around Oahu, one of the most popular of the Hawaiian Islands.  Hence, we have accumulated a bit of knowledge/experience and some fun tips for other road-tripping families.  So here are some of our top suggestions, brought to you by the Walker family!

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Reflections of “The Returned”

There is an incredible expectation which comes with being one of The Returned.  One of those who has gone beyond the boundaries of their comfortable suburban existence and dared to brave the big, wide world.  One who has seen things, experienced things, supposedly gone and conquered and returned all the wiser and grander.  You get to carry yourself with airs and grace because you are now Travelled.

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4 – 5 July, 2015

After my mildly traumatic introduction to Barcelona (for those who missed it, see the following: https://lapiccolaviaggiatrice.wordpress.com/2016/11/21/hola-barcelona/), I began to properly explore the city and very promptly fell in love.  It is not only for our Australian tendency to truncate words that the city has so fondly been dubbed “Barca” by many Aussie travellers.  It’s more than just a nickname – it conveys a sense of intimacy, of affection, of love for a city that is loud and crazy and overwhelming.

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Exchange, two years on

Today marks two years from the day that I left Sydney to embark upon the most challenging, heartwarming and definitive six months of my life.  Two years ago, I packed my things and moved to the other side of the world for half a year, and it was on my first day in college, terrified and tired and my face tear-stained, that I met Anna.

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