It was a standard Last Day of Holiday type day. We’d been assaulted and beaten up during thai massages, gobbled up all the unidentifiable street food we passed, refused to wear sunscreen, and were pleasantly suprised when we got out of the cab alive after the 140 kilometer an hour taxi ride to the airport. … More Going home?
I know that it’s not over yet and there are still many adventures to be had, but already 2017 is stacking up to be an important year in the life of Kate. 2017 is the year I entered my mid 30’s (am I an adult yet??). It’s the year I lived in a bus. Or … More Running for cake
We weren’t planning on working this year. But about 4 months in and after a particularly expensive March filled with mini breaks, flights and festivals Jot was in a panic about money. As she is in charge of the Galea-Castle empire and dollar I took her word for it. I’m terrible with money and until … More Buslife unexpected
In real life (when our house was made of bricks and we had jobs), if at any point I checked the calendar and saw that sociable Jot has scheduled us for more than one activity across a weekend I panicked. And moaned. My ideal weekend would be completely free with the knowledge that people were … More March Madness
Nearly a month in Tassie. This is what went down. … More Hello Tasmania, Goodbye Tasmainia
I once said to a friend, “if you ever see me in public without make up take me home immediately as something is very, very wrong and I shouldn’t be out in public”. My best friend Adam is under strict instructions that, if I am ever in a coma, he is to come in to … More The evolution of Kath and Anne
Today I washed for the first time in seven days. I actually don’t think I smelt or looked that bad. My hair was the giveaway but that was easily fixed by one of the many bandanas I insisted on buying before we set off. Or a backwards baseball cap that Jot cringes every time I … More On the road at last