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Kangaroo Crossing in Australia

September 19, 2012 By Lauren

While backpacking Australia, I pitched in with three other backpackers and bought a car. It was a 1981 Peugeot named Albert, and the former owner gave it to us for 1000 bucks. The car overheated during long drives. There was no air conditioning. The windows got stuck if you tried to roll them down.

Welcome to South Australia
Bonus of having your own car – yelling “Pull over now!” and the driver actually does.

But it was our car. It took us from Coffs Harbour to Sydney, all the way through Melbourne to Adelaide, then back to Coffs. I drove it to Brisbane when I needed to renew my tourist visa and to Dorrigo National Park when my family visited. In the six months I was co-owner of the car, it covered over 5,000 kilometers – not bad for a car that had been born in the same year I had.

Dorrigo National Park Australia
Dorrigo National Park in New South Wales.

Buying a car in Australia opens up new possibilities and can bring about some uniquely Australian adventures, particularly when it comes to the native fauna. Late at night, Albert’s lights were often the only ones on the road, restricting our visibility. The four of us were extremely startled when, suddenly, a kangaroo appeared about ten meters in front of us, illuminated by the headlights.

It froze. We screamed. The driver swerved. There were two small bumps as the car ran over its tail, which prompted a new round of shrieks.

We were lucky; the kangaroo, not so much.

Kangaroos in Australia
This one was fine, though. Mother and baby spotted at Emerald Beach, near Coffs Harbour.

Shortly after I returned to America, Albert was sent to the junk heap, where he was compressed into a tiny hunk of metal. I like to think we gave him a good last hurrah, a nice wind down to a long life spent ferrying travelers around the beautiful countryside of Australia.

Minus that business with the kangaroo, that is.

Filed Under: Australia, Destinations, Headline Tagged With: animals, Australia, travel

The Deer of Bushy Park

June 19, 2012 By Lauren

Whoever said that big cities lack green space hasn’t properly explored London.

There are eight Royal Parks in London, filled with trees, ponds, paths, and wildlife. And we’re not just talking birds and hedgehogs. The parks are home to a number of deer, who roam freely year-round. It’s like a giant petting zoo, minus the petting.

Deer in Bushy Park, London
Staring contest. Winner: the deer.

Bushy Park London was my favorite, because it was my local park. Every day on the way to work, I strolled past Hampton Court Palace and straight through Bushy Park’s deer territory. Although I have an irrational fear of grazing cows, the deer were a welcome feature of my morning commute.

An avid hunter, Henry VIII was responsible for the introduction of red deer and fallow deer to Bushy Park. Although the parks aren’t used for hunting any more, there is an annual cull in order to keep the deer from depleting their own food supply. Feeding the deer is strictly forbidden (or off with your head!), so don’t even think about it.

Deer on the lookout, Bushy Park, London
Neighborhood Watch

 

IF YOU GO: Book early to get your London flights, especially with the upcoming 2012 Olympics. Take a train from Waterloo station to Hampton Court. The park is about a five minute walk from the station, just north of Hampton Court Palace. Southwest London is a lovely area, well worth the 40 minute train ride.

Filed Under: Headline, United Kingdom Tagged With: animals, travel

A Camel Kiss

April 25, 2012 By Danny

I came across this photo the other day and instantly thought it was something worth sharing here.  The photographer came across a stable of camels while walking and his wife put out her hand for the camel to say hello.  They had just come from Marrakech where her hand had been painted.

A special Henna kiss from a Camel in Morocco

The amazing thing about this photo to me is that the photographer had the presence of mind to snap the photo of the hand like that.  Had it been me, I think I would have tried to capture the entire person and camel….or at least the face of the camel.  This photo captures the magic of the Berber village and is the sort of photo that instantly carries you to a place you’ve never been and makes me want to book a flight to Morocco right now!

IF YOU GO:  Morocco is a wonderful and magical place.  It is ethnically unique and yet still very accessible from the US and Europe.  I had the good fortune to travel their via ferry from Spain but to get to the Berbers it’s probably best to fly straight to Marrakesh or even Casablanca.  Once there you may find French to be your best tool to communicate, the dialect of Arabic spoke there is different so if it’s not your first language you’ll likely find things difficult.

Photo Credit: Flickr user DavidDennisPhotos.com via creative commons licensing.

Filed Under: photos Tagged With: animals, camel in morocco, travel morocco

Warthog in the bush

April 16, 2012 By Jillian

The best thing about finding a cheap car hire in South Africa was that it allowed us to go on safari over and over and over again. With our South Africa national park pass in hand, our little car and a tent, we were able to camp our way through South Africa’s amazing national parks at a fraction of the cost of a bit tour. Better still, we were able to stop and watch the animals as long as we wanted, giving us plenty of time to wait for this little guy to look directly at us.

Doing a safari for ourselves was the best tip anyone gave us for South Africa. We loved driving through the parks at our own pace, hunting for the animals with our own eyes, and exploring how far our little two door 1.4 liter engine could go!  When we spotted this guy in the brush, we were just on our way into our camp for a mid-day rest.  He and his family were trotting through the underbrush  not more than 30 feet from our camp gate.  Fortunately we had time to wait and caught him staring back at us!

IF YOU GO: South Africa’s national parks are very tourist friendly. Each park has a range of lodging options, from camping (all the site we visited had access to a full kitchen and clean restroom facilities), to cabins, hotels and luxury lodges. Reserve in advance around holiday times. It’s worth it to stay in the park, the camp gates often open before the park gates giving you some extra time in the early morning and at dusk to watch the animals.  Check out our DIY Safari tips for more advice on doing your own safari in Southern Africa and our South Africa on a Budget Guide for more country information.

Filed Under: photos Tagged With: animals, do it yourself safari, South African safari

What They Don’t Tell You About Horseback Riding in Mongolia

April 12, 2012 By Lauren

Travel in Mongolia - Mongolian ger
I get really excited about animals. It’s kind of weird.

Jared and I sat on the couch in Ulaanbatar’s Khongor Guesthouse, flipping through their book of tour options.

“Ooh, this one,” I said. “Central Mongolia two: Kharkhorin, Orkhon Waterfall, eight lakes and Mongol sand dunes with nomad family.”

He leaned over my shoulder to read the details.

“Lauren, that’s five days on horses.”

“Uh, I know,” I said. “Five days of awesome.”

I could see it all now: five days of galloping across the desolate Mongolian plains, drinking in the natural beauty and forging a relationship with my horse that would make Dr. Dolittle jealous. We’d stop at ger camps along the way and learn to brew airag, a traditional drink of fermented horse milk, before diving into a pristine lake to wash off.

I couldn’t wait.

“Have you ever been on a horse?” Jared asked, breaking into my reverie. “Really been on a horse?”

When I was eight, I took horseback riding lessons for about a week.

“Yes,” I said stubbornly. “Sort of.”

Eventually, I agreed on CM-4. Eleven days through central Mongolia with two days on horseback and an optional third day at the end. We joined the tour with an American friend and a Dutch couple. I eagerly anticipated our arrival at the White Lake, where my horseback riding dreams would become real.

Mount Up

The first thing I noticed about our horses was their size.

Mongolia Travel - Prepping the Mongolian ponies
Not exactly monstrous, are they?

They were tiny, like ponies. Strong, sturdy ponies, but ponies all the same. I was worried, and remembered a time when I was younger and sat on a collie dog. It had looked sturdy, too, until it collapsed under my weight.

Hopefully the ponies were a bit more robust than the dog, which I feared was never quite the same after the incident.

Seven ponies had been fitted with saddles, which were actually blankets topped with wooden planks and covered by a bean bag. The bean bag was sewn over a curved metal bar that was ideally positioned for direct contact with my coccyx.

Our tour guide, Tushig, translated for the horse trek leader, a tanned, wrinkled man in a shiny maroon wrap.

“If you want to go fast, say ‘choo’,” Tushig explained.

He didn’t tell us how to say ‘stop.’

“Choo,” we grunted. “Choo. Choo.”

The horses turned in lazy circles, ripping grass out of the ground and totally ignoring us.

The leader cackled and whacked his horse on the rump. “Choo!”

It took off instantly, and the other horses jerked into motion.

I jammed my feet into the stirrups and winced as my tailbone banged against the metal bar with every hoofbeat. My new goal was clear: survive.

The scenery was beautiful, but the six-hour ride was grueling. My thighs burned. I had a good idea of what my knees would feel like in fifty years, and my calves were bruised from pressing against knots in my stirrups. Worst of all, a disgusting rash had erupted across my butt.

Mongolian Travel - Horseriding in Mongolia
Reality sinks in. This is not as romantic as I imagined.

And I had wanted to do this for five days?

Day Two

The White Lake stretched out to our left, the rolling hills to our right. A gentle breeze rippled through the long grass and the horse’s coats shone in the sun.

It would have been pretty close to my initial fantasy had it not been for the butt rash and unrelenting muscle pain. After three painful hours, we finally arrived at our lunch destination: a nomadic family settlement.

Without phones or internet, the nomads were clearly not expecting us. I felt horrible, sitting uninvited in their family home, surrounded by sheep parts and dried yogurt snacks, as they chopped meat on the bed and molded noodles from scratch for my lunch.

Travel in Mongolia - Mongolian ger interior
How long has that been there? Wait. I don’t want to know.

To ease the awkwardness, our hosts offered everyone a bowl of homemade vodka.

It was like drinking rubbing alcohol. I took a few sips and passed it to the next person.

Our horse guide, however, skipped the bowls and went straight for the bottle. By the time we got back on the horses, he was well drunk and chuckling like a maniac.

“Choo!” he cried, circling our horses and slapping their flanks. “Choo choo! Choo choo!”

And the horses choo-ed. For two and a half hours, the horses choo-ed. We bobbed around like kernels of popcorn on a hot stove, trying desperately not to die.

Every time I pulled back on the reins, the guide materialized.

“Choo!”

“No choo! No choo!” I shouted.

That made him laugh harder. I gave up and held tight, cringing in fear every time I heard the word ‘choo’.

Travel in Mongolia - Mongolian Guide and horse
So small, yet so powerful. That goes for the guide & the horse.

Afterwards, when we were all shivering after rinsing off in the algae-dotted White Lake, three Israeli tourists stopped by to say hello.

“Horses?” they asked.

We nodded, still miserable. I could sense my butt rash getting worse.

“We understand,” one of the men said. “We just completed a nineteen-day horse trek.

All five of us snapped to attention.

Nineteen days?

“It was horrible,” he said. “For the first three days. After that, you get used to it.”

And just like that, I realized what a wuss I was. It had been two days and I was carrying on like I’d been beaten and tortured.

Even still, when the ‘optional’ day of riding rolled around, I declined.

I may be a wuss, but I’m not an idiot.

Mongolian Travel - Horseback riding in Mongolia
Though admittedly, I might look like an idiot.

Filed Under: Headline, Mongolia Tagged With: animals, Horseback Riding, Travel Mongolia

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