I made a logo. What do you think?

Hey everyone, recently I’ve been having lots of thoughts about a logo for my blog and social media… I have had a few ideas in mind and today made the image that I thought about the most.

Now I don’t know if I prefer myself being in the display picture or having a logo for One Chance to See the World, but I think it is always good to have a design that can be associated with the channel. Especially if I am to going to start using more channels (Facebook and YouTube being the main ones) as I am feeling eager to start capturing more videos when on my wanders. I feel one logo that can be used for all platforms would provide more consistency, and would reduce the need for me to keep updating the DP when I move onto another location.

This is the logo I have decided on. So far!


What do you think? I had a couple others in mind, one being an hour glass as a symbol of my desire to live whilst we have the time. I felt that design just didn’t look right and only liked it when I added more to it. I just want a simple logo with minimal colour that can be recognised in black and white, so I decided against that and tried this one.

This logo also represents my desire to live life whilst I can, the heartbeat/ lifeline morphing into the outline of a passenger plane representing the travel aspect.

It’s simple, gets to the point and doesn’t matter if it is printed in black or white or with the colours inverted.


I would love to hear what you think. Do you like the idea of a logo representing a blog or channel? Or do you prefer a shot of the blogger themselves? Maybe something else with more colour or nature perhaps. I guess everyone is different and it would be impossible to ever get it 100% right, maybe the display picture is fairly irrelevant to you anyways. But regardless, I am eager to know your thoughts on this. What made you choose yours?

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Something a little different everyday

I’m currently working a bunch of PM shifts, meaning I’m rushing around on a morning trying to get things done as I have no time after work on an evening. But sometimes it has it’s perks. I decided to have a cut through Queen Victoria Market on route to work on what has been a very wet and miserable day, and needed a hot cup of something.

I stumbled upon this Indian Chai company Chai Co. and they have a hot chocolate with spices drink on the menu. If there’s two things that warm me up its hot chocolate and spices, but I’ve never had it together. I’ve had chilli and chocolate before which was an interesting combination, so I thought why not.

It wasn’t as chocolatey as I expected, but the people were friendly and it did indeed warm me up. The mix of flavours was interesting, I’d probably have it again.

I think it’s important to try and do something different each day. No matter how big or small, something that makes each day a little different as helps us to break the mundane cycles we often find ourselves trapped in. Today it was changing the drink that set me up for my shift. It’s the little things in life that can lift our moods and be a catalyst for bigger changes.

I hope you do something a little different today, and let me know what it was!

Have a great day wherever you are, from a cold and wet Melbourne.



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Memorial Street Art

I found this piece of street art on the side of a building, down a side street in Melbourne’s suburb of Windsor not too long ago. I wasn’t able to find out who the art was dedicated to until now so I thought I would do a post about it.

I tried to search the persons name in Google but I wasn’t sure of the spelling, until I found this article- Spray it with love: R.I.P. street art. Here it talks about Adam Bonnici, who tragically lost his brother Simon Bonnici in a bike accident in Bali in 2013, the date shown on the wall. Simon was 30 at the time. The name and dates match this, and a motorbike can also be seen in the mural. Along with the bike, Simon’s beloved pet dog Raffy is also seen.

According to the article the artist wishes to remain anonymous, which was the reason it took a little longer to identify the person in the art. The art really stood out for me as Simon’s face is the standout feature of the piece, closest to the pavement.

It is a reminder that life is fragile, and that we should always respect others as we don’t know what they are going through and who they have lost. I am pleased I was finally able to find out a little more about this and the person it was dedicated to.

Rest in peace to Simon.


We went for drinks and ended up at a divorce party…

I didn’t even know this was a thing. But it is and it seems to be a very fun thing. The silver lining I guess to what is no doubt a stressful time in anyone’s lives, and who doesn’t want a drink after stress?

I met up with two friends from my farming days that are currently in Melbourne. This is what I loved about the farmwork portion of my Australian experience, I made so many friends working in the fields and in the working hostel up in northern Queensland and have kept in contact with many. In fact, I have bumped into these fellow backpackers in pretty much every destination I have been too since, whether it was planned or unexpectedly walking down the street. I have said Australia is a very small country in this sense. With 25 million people stuck around the edges of the country it isn’t a surprise we constantly bump into each other from time to time.

Three of us went to a bar called Fathers Office, a nice rooftop bar in the city centre with a good happy hour. Naturally with happy hours we struggled to find a table, although one section that looked like a private event had an empty high table and we went for it. A girl and guy came over to us and I thought they were going to ask us to leave, instead they gave us each a toy soldier…


Mine was the one on the left, the more aggressive one. I later found out that I would much rather have had the one on the right as when the guy giving us the figures shouted ‘atteeeeeeeeennnnntion!!!‘ throughout the evening, we had to pose like our figures. The loser had to take a drink, or finish the drink if it was almost done. It could have been a lot messier but they seemed to be a sensible bunch, or already drunk enough.

What we were told was that the man and woman with ‘Just Divorced’ banners around them were just that. Freshly divorced, but they were not divorced from each other. In fact they had recently divorced with their exes and were soon to be marry each other. It was a pretty beautiful story really, and we joined in celebrating.

I really couldn’t allow you to see the very first challenge without having my blog suspended or something…


And here they are, the couple this post is all about. It is funny how these things just happen, not the party I am sure there was some planning involved. I just mean turning up for a couple of chilled drinks, turning right instead of left and down the stairs to the outdoor section and a whole different kind of night takes place. It is the butterfly effect really, one small decision can put us on a completely different path and sometimes, on a one full of laughs and good people. I wish all paths seemed to take this route.

Anyways, I am pleased these guys found each other and I wish them all the best moving forward. Thanks for the hangover and introducing me to a party I didn’t know I needed in my life.



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Am I back in the UK?!

This past weekend I went to do the Great Ocean Road again with a friend. This time we took a car and for a road this long, it is much better to do in your own time over a couple days. Last time I did it with a friend from England our trip was cut short and we did it on a coach trip over one day. It was great, but the trip was very long for just one day and the stops were brief. To get some kind of scale of the journey and the distance from Melbourne, the map below shows the beginnings and end of the road, with Melbourne seen in the distance to the far right of the map. It is a 243 km (151mi) long road trip, Torquay is roughly 1 hour 30 minutes from Melbourne.


The weather was great last time around and this time was a little bit more mixed. But I liked the changes in weather, it changed the landscape a lot and added a little eerie-ness to the setting.

Here are a few shots from the trip.


I am not sure how many of you know about this, but this is the Lighthouse used in the TV show ‘Round the Twist‘. This is a children’s television show between 1990 and 2001 and had a theme tune I would hear regularly growing up. I can’t quite remember watching the show so I just had a quick look on good old Wikipedia for the series information, and it seems the lighthouse is a main theme throughout. It gets haunted, a knight enters the house through a magical door, shit goes down basically. Surprised I haven’t been damaged by the show and am actually able to visit it in real life.


You see the house above? It’s pretty popular on this stretch of the route due to the design. It really stands out during the drive as it is positioned on the top of a pole, with a fairly long walkway leading up to it. We had a quick stop to grab a picture. Probably one of the most photographed houses on the Great Ocean Road.


And on route, the weather turned. It rained a little, but not enough to cause any problems.

In fact, the weather was the worst when we got out at Kennet River to try and find a koala. At this point the vision was very low and the rain pretty hard. We were not able to see one (I think we saw four last time here, you can read about this trip in my posts Great Ocean Road part one and part two) however just as we were about to get back in the car, one was in literally the very last tree before we gave up all hope. Clinging on for dear life it seems, however these guys have a talent of holding onto a tree whilst sleeping for 20 hours a day.


Roughly half way through the journey, we decided to call it a day. We booked a motel right at the very end of the road, which was a good and bad idea mutually. It was bad because it was dark in Apollo Bay where we stopped for fish and chips, it was 7pm and after ringing the motel to let them know we were 2 hours 30 minutes away, she told us the reception closes at 9pm. Whoops. She very kindly told us she would wait until 9.30pm for us to arrive, we ran out the chippy and we at fish and chips as we drove round the endless bends in the pitch black trying to get to the end destination Warrnambool. The good thing was that as it was dark we didn’t ruin any of the surprises that we wanted to see along the second part of the journey back.

And this was the good thing about booking a motel at the end of the trip. We got up the next morning, had breakfast and coffee and started making our way back to Melbourne along the second half of the Great Ocean Road we didn’t get to see.

Oh, and just to let you know we made it to the motel with three minutes to spare.



The next day was glorious, perfect for revisiting the Twelve Apostles. The temperature was perfect, the skies were blue, and as always the tourists were breaking the rules. These geezers decided to jump the fence and take a closer look at the landscape, much to the dismay of a German tourist next to me that started shouting at them for ruining the photo opportunities. I mean if they fall they fall, natural selection and all that. And thankfully they didn’t stay out there for too long so we did get a clear shot too. I just wanted to add this photo as it helps give a perspective of size, and to tell you kids to stick to the rules!


More tourists, and more tourists jumping the fence. Again, we had to wait for a point when someone didn’t ignore the signs and go into the no entry zone, but again I was able to take some pictures without people. But I like this shot too, it shows how popular these spots are on such a long and underpopulated stretch of road.


Here we are, below, the Twelve Apostles. Funnily enough there were never twelve, and not so funnily enough one collapsed in 2005.


I was probably deep in thought about something…

Also, what I noticed during both trips was how much the countryside resembled British countryside, once you drive a little further inland from the ocean.


Between Princetown and Apollo Bay seen in the map above, the road stops hugging the coastline and takes you a little further inland. As soon as it does, these beautiful green rolling hills become a common theme, occupied by sheep, cows and green road signs. Well, the signs were always the same, but with the setting, the clouds and the left side driving, I could easily be mistaken into thinking I was back in England if I was to wake up on this part of the journey.

The picture below was the view from the motel however, and again, looks strikingly similar to good old blighty. The rest of the shots and video are taken (I believe) between Princetown and Apollo Bay, although I could be wrong trying to think back to the journey.



It was nice to be reminded of home again, and with winter coming, it may help ease me back into travelling back home in September. It was great to be able to do this road trip over two days in a car and give the Great Ocean Road the time it deserves. Another post from this part of the world, but I would recommend it to anyone and is a drive that I could not possibly get bored of.


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My experience as a beginner blogger and what I would have done differently

I am not sure what amount of time has to pass before you graduate from being a ‘beginner blogger’ to ‘blogger’, but after almost five years using this site I like to think I have qualified for the latter. Since then, there have been a few times when I looked back and wished I had done things differently, and I was recently asked a question on the topic.

Thank you to Demetri for asking me:

Question 2

I have to answer that by looking at my own blog and what I now do compared to what I did back at the beginning. What I know now that I didn’t at the time and what I have improved on since. My first bit of advice would be this:

Don’t rush in.

I was indecisive five years ago, I didn’t know whether to write a book or start a blog. I decided on starting a blog. I assumed that I would need to plan a book very carefully, but didn’t give a blog as much thought. I mean, it is something that I can keep adding to and changing along the way, right?

Right. However this doesn’t mean planning ahead would be of no worth. I have changed my blog title three times, and changed the style and theme of my blog as well along the way. If I had a second chance to do it again, I would have put much more thought into the blog title, style, theme, topics of my blog and blogging schedule. Preview the blog before it goes live, see if you are comfortable with it. Ask friends and family of their opinions, you might think the design looks cool however everyone else may think it is the most tacky thing going. Of course go with what you want, that is the beauty of blogging. But you might appreciate the feedback before putting it out there to the masses. If these are planned in advance, you don’t jump in blind and can really hit the ground running.

The great thing about being a new blogger is that there will be minimal engagement at the start. This is a great time to experiment with what you are doing if your blog is already live, you aren’t going to be hit with thousands of comments asking you why your theme has changed five times this month. Trial and error is key and this quiet phase of the blog is a great time to see what works with minimal repercussions.

Plan ahead.

As well as planning the launch of a blog, plan each blog post. This still applies to me five years in and something I still need to work on. A rainy day is a great excuse to sit down and plan the week, and in time this will be of great benefit for the days when you have much less time. We are all busy, and I try my best to use the pockets of free time and days off to prepare posts that I can schedule whilst I am at work. This links in well to my next piece of advice.

Keep it consistent.

The one thing I have learned and has been of more value than anything is to be consistent. No one likes inconsistency, inside and outside of blogging. If people know that you will deliver what you promise to deliver week in, week out, they will come back for more. I love to be able to blog daily and that I have readers that know I will blog daily. I don’t like to stray from this and consistency builds a routine. That routine helps make blogging that much easier. It doesn’t matter if your posts are daily, weekly or monthly, prove to your readers that you are consistent by delivering when you say you will and the commitment will be rewarded.

Engage with the community.

This is something I didn’t do for the first three and a half years. I have always wanted to be able to blog to the masses and be able to publish a book to a wider audience, however I arrogantly assumed that I could do so by posting my thoughts only and not reaching out to other bloggers. I stayed in my corner of the internet and expected people to come my way. Despite this, I was very lucky to have some people give me the chance and engage with me as I blogged daily.

Exactly one year to the day, I posted this thank you from the Blue Mountains.


Every single milestone I have hit has been amazing, however I knew there were so many more people out there that I haven’t been engaging with by being a recluse. Millions of awesome blogs, fascinating stories and amazing people. It is the same reason why I travel, I don’t believe we should only stick to our little corner of the world. There is so much more to explore.

For this reason I set myself an aim to reach out more and have done everyday since. By doing this, I hit another milestone last month and have been able to engage with so many more awesome people in the process. I follow many more bloggers, find so much more inspiration to post and feel so much more connected to the community.


Seek and ye shall find.

Stay motivated.

This is one of the hardest ones to accomplish, and I have seen many promising blogs fade away as a result. The blogs I looked up to early on are still going strong, and this is a sign of a great blog and a reason why I try so hard to keep going. One that can blog consistently and keep delivering, not letting a lack of motivation get in the way. To blog you have to have a passion, it isn’t something that can be done if our hearts aren’t in it. I mean, we aren’t getting paid for it, so what other reason would there be other than it being something that means a lot to us?

And if it means a lot to us, keep it up! Life is too short and we spend so much time doing things we don’t want to in our everyday lives. If we can tolerate the daily commutes to work and the 8+ hours spent working for someone else, lets dedicate some of our time to doing what WE want to do. You never know, blogging may be the escape from the dull existence we find ourselves in, and that all starts as a beginner.

I was going to say ‘good luck’ with your blogging, however if we are relying on luck we aren’t putting the work in ourselves. Enjoy what you do, make the most of this great platform and hopefully you will look back on your blog in years to come with no regrets.

Let yourself be known to the world whilst you are still able to!


Photo by Sam Wheeler on Unsplash


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My first taste of luxury and freedom (but I’m still in hostels)

One night in Townsville… this is the city that is my gateway to freedom from farmwork. Four of us made the great escape on the coach and from here, take a coach or a flight to the next destination. Two of us are staying in this particular hostel for one night (two in another just down the road) and then I am heading down to Airlie Beach.

I think.

This is more like a mini resort than a typical budget hostel. I mean come on, it has a well maintained swimming pool and a bar with swings. Admittedly I did not use either, but it was nice to be in a more relaxed environment away from bunk beds that have panels missing and dirty floors from work boots.

I mean there were still some crazy antics… we were walking- okay, stumbling- fairly drunk up the stairs early in the morning and we were greeted by a mud crab crawling towards us. Kebab in hand, we freaked out as a topless man ran around the corner chasing it and picked it up.

Now, I can only assume this was a prank as I am sure it would not be very hard to catch up to a crab, but I am glad he did because these things can use their claws with some power. He started laughing his head off and began to jokingly taunt us with it but by then we were all laughing. We did in fact forget about this until the following morning when we met this man again. He immediately recognised us and pointed and laughed outside of the pool. We didn’t have much time to talk as we needed to check out but it seems he was fishing earlier in the day. He may indeed live here, a guy in his 40’s that knows the town pretty well. Why this would mean he would be wandering the stairs with a crab is anybody’s guess.

Oh hostel life, I love you.

So now, back to travel posts, photographs of landscapes, architecture and street art and little bits of personal philosophy and opinions on anything and everything that inspires me to think.

So, my beautiful readers, is there anything that you are looking forward to the most? Let me know and I will try to make it work.

Have a great day!

Who knew fires created such epic clouds?!

I have spent a lot of time the past couple days just gazing at the skies. Ayr often sees days without a single cloud, which makes these ‘clouds’ stand out so much more. 

Sadly, I’ve been working when some I’ve seen some of the best. I’m not religious in the slightest (shock horror to my longest followers!), but I would certainly say some of these have been of biblical proportions, particularly as the sun is rising/setting and the rays of light beam through. They almost look like clouds of fire.

Seven days left: I’m going to miss the chaos

Hostel life is like being back at university. If you didn’t attend university, simply stay a night in a working or party hostel and there isn’t too many factors that tell them apart. It is hard to think of a time in my life that has been as entertaining on a daily basis, I probably have to go back to being 21 in Texas for such shenanigans. I know, I know… this is rather contradictory to this post two days ago about how I am going to miss ‘the simple life’, but this is more about the hostel and nightlife than the town itself.

I was walking to a bar a month or so ago. Ahead of me was a guy I knew heading to the same bar with a beer in his hand. It is not unusual for a group of 60 people to walk together to the bar, as the hostel has a drinking curfew of 10pm. This means there is a wave of people from each of the four hostels in this town collectively walking in search of the next beer. Usually the weekends are trouble free, despite this.

Anyways, back to the story. As we walked, a police car came around the corner ahead of us and down the road we were on. The problem with this is, it is illegal to drink on the street and having a beer in your hand will result in a fine. The police car stopped. The guy knew what was about to come, so he decided to throw the beer away and run away from the police. Not the wisest choice he has made, I’m sure.

What happened next was hilarious. The police cars sirens went on, the guy ran round the corner, the police car followed before the guy stopped dead and ran back around that came corner to try to escape the police. This happened four times. The police car impressively kept up with this and he was caught down a back alley trying to jump a fence.

He spent some time with the police before being handed an $800 fine and a weeks ban from the bars. He couldn’t go within 50 meters of any bar. The fine was a combination of littering, obstruction of police or something similar and of course, drinking in the street.

What is funny about this is how the policeman handled the situation. He recognised that we were there when the chase occurred and told us about it in the early hours. That’s right, it wasn’t the backpacker that told us how he was arrested, it was the policeman that night! Apparently the chase made the policeman’s day and he had a laugh about it, as well as telling us how he hopes the drinker had travel savings to pay the fine.

Lesson learned, don’t drink in the street and don’t assume you are faster than a car.

I would say this was the funniest experience I have had since arriving. Not a proud one, but you have to laugh at these things. From naked people jumping into the pool, fake snakes in the shower and peoples beds, the food fights, the games of football between nationalities, the fun banter between nationalities during the World Cup… It has been a bunch of fun. Sometimes chaos, but always fun.

Nine days left: I’m going to miss the simple life :(

I love small towns. People say hello as I walk by. Shopkeepers remember me. I could be waiting to cross the road and a car will stop right there to let me cross without a crossing in sight. What’s the rush? No traffic jams, no rush hours, no long journeys home. Everything is calm. 

Not that I would want to move back to a small town, not yet anyway. The chilled life isn’t one I would recommend for young people due to the lack of opportunities. But for those that like this kind of life, good for you. I can see why.

It is nice to experience one again. I’m currently working around the corner from my hostel, behind the hospital which has greatly reduced my stress of potentially being bitten by a venomous snake. We leave for work at 6.10am and get there at 6.20am, enough time to drink our coffee from the flask before our 6.30am start. Half the journey is through the farm itself and into the shed. 

I would complain about the early start and freezing cold weather (yep, even the tropical north has cold winter weather), but the sunrise makes up for this.

After work, we have little to do but socialise with our fellow backpackers and choose between the five pubs and restaurants that grace the towns main street. There is nothing but the main street. 

This is the Main Street in Ayr. Autocorrect keeps changing ‘main street’ to capitals thinking it is the actual name of the street so I have given up. This is where most of the fun happens… Not exactly the Vegas Strip though!

This makes it easy to find friends… if they aren’t in the hostel, I can probably guess where they are in two or three guesses. It also makes it very hard to find alone time, such as this present moment as I enjoy a pint and some loaded pork fries. I took this shot below to show you this beautiful dog, a rescued dog in fact. 

As I’m typing, regulars are coming in. I have been finishing early this week on my current farm as we have picked all the pumpkins we can, now we are cleaning up the farm and preparing it for the end of season. This is being spread over the week to give us more farmwork days, instead of us working overtime and doing it in 2-3 days. The regulars coming in are the same ones I’ve seen everytime I’ve been in here. Older regulars that I assume are locals and have been for a very long time. It makes me think. Have they lived here all their lives? This is one of the reasons I left my country to travel. 

I remember my home village and know that I will see the same people going into the same shops and pubs when I head back home as I did when I was growing up. It freaks me out a little. Life is too short and the world is too big for me to stay in one place. I won’t be travelling forever, but if I had one piece of advice for young people today, it is travel. There is more opportunity now than there ever was. Make the most of it.

But there is something about experiencing this small town life that I have enjoyed. It is all the good stuff that this kind of laid-back lifestyle provides. The friendliness of the locals. The ablility to walk down the street without bumping into a thousand people on the way. The chance that when you do bump into someone it is someone you already know. It hasn’t been enough for me to want to relocate to a small town permanently, but it is something I have enjoyed whilst I complete my farmwork. 

Small towns have a different kind of beauty and I am glad to experience one again, I am just pleased it isn’t for too long.