Taronga Zoo Sydney, Australia
There's nothing quite like the unique mix of native Australian wildlife and exotic animals set against the spectacular backdrop of the Sydney Opera House and the Harbour Bridge.
There's nothing quite like the unique mix of native Australian wildlife and exotic animals set against the spectacular backdrop of the Sydney Opera House and the Harbour Bridge.
We traded the wind and the broken jetties for the stillness of the valley. Ending the journey here, among the ancient vines and stone cottages, feels like a soft landing after the rugged coast. The air is warmer, the light is golden, and the only crashing waves are those stirred willingly in a glass of Shiraz.
The wind hits different here on the Fleurieu. It whips across the gulf, bending the scrub and battering the coastline. The last time I stood on this coast 30 years ago, these jetties still reached out into the water. Returning now, they have been reclaimed by the sea, reduced to skeletal pylons by the relentless waves.
Turning the wheel away from the coast, we headed inland. The salt spray was replaced by the dusty greens of Langhorne Creek, a landscape of river red gums amongst the vineyards. But this was just a quiet pause before the final push towards the end of the Coorong.
The silence of the Coorong and the flow of the Murray River both die here. At this strange, significant convergence, the Southern Ocean at the end of the world finally swallows the fresh water that brings bounty to the interior and the endless shore of the Coorong.
Leaving the vertical drama of the cliffs behind, the world suddenly flattened out. There is raw isolation here. The Coorong is a stretch of South Australia that refuses to be tamed. Nearly 200km of scrub and saltwater lagoons separating the highway from the ocean, creating a landscape that feels infinite and untouched. It’s just the wind, the birds, and the endless road ahead.
We arrived at the limestone edge where the continent crumbles into the Southern Ocean. Standing before the (less-than) 12 Apostles, the separation between land and ocean feels absolute. A hard-boiled wonderland of jagged cliffs meeting quiet solitude at the end of the world among lost shadows and relentless tides.
We needed a break from the sun, so we stopped at Maits Rest to escape the heat. It feels like a different world down here—quiet, green, and wonderfully cool. The path loops through some massive trees that have been here for centuries.
You walk up to the lighthouse trying to act like a responsible adult. But, deep down, you are absolutely terrified that if you touch the wrong railing you’re going to be forced to finish the trip without your pants... Have you ever, ever felt like this?
Starting the drive along the Great Ocean Road, on our way to Adelaide. The winding cliffs and wildlife set the tone for a lovely ride, leading us to our first stop for the night at Apollo Bay.
Nothing could ever ruin a picnic at Hanging Rock, right?
Hiking Iceland's surprisingly green South Coast and sympathising with poor Flóki, who clearly had the worst possible winter before dramatically naming this place.
The fourth city, before the bats notice it's unattended.
Where azure waters embrace a harbor dotted with colorful boats and pastel cottages nestled against lush hillsides. Your only worries here are the prices and the queue for the bus!
Rising dramatically between the plains and the hills, Bergamo’s layered cityscape is defined by its striking verticality, where ancient streets and sweeping views are linked by steel wires pulling cars that rise into the clouds through lush gardens and ancient walls.
Featuring the memories of a short stroll through Lainzer Tiergarten and Hermesvilla on the way to the Weinerblick photo spot.
Wander through the streets of Tokyo and discover an urban landscape that blurs the line between city and art.
Where safeguards shimmer brighter than sequins.
A dance of boots and blades. Some more graceful than others.
Barren branches pierce the mist like tiny ghostly fingers grasping at infinity. December's secrets whisper through Helsinki's grey veil to new life's warmth.
Liguria’s salty whispers – where the cliffs meet markets piled with fresh produce that reminds me of home.
Every return to Sydney's sparkling harbour reminds me that home isn't just about the iconic Opera House sails or coastal walks... but here's some pictures of those!
Where the Great Barrier Reef meets azure skies over Lady Elliot Island. A November dance with nature's masterpiece, where seabirds glide and coral dreams come alive.
Racing through Melbourne's vibrant lane ways and iconic streets, a whirlwind adventure in just a few precious hours. Proving that sometimes the best explorations are the ones where time is of the essence.
Under a blanket of stars in Australia's Red Centre, embracing the raw beauty of the outback while sleeping in swags.
Sydney revealed its many faces, a city that seamlessly blends beach culture with urban sophistication while making this bustling metropolis feel surprisingly like home.
Surrounded by Australia's most charming locals - from bouncing kangaroos to cuddly koalas - made Symbio feel less like a park and more like a heartwarming reunion with some of nature's most endearing characters.
Winding along the Grand Pacific Drive where pristine beaches meet a lush rainforest escarpment, and charming seaside towns like reveal their laid-back charm.
Returning to the familiar streets of Daejeon felt like stepping into a cherished memory, with the warm embrace of Korean hospitality and the comforting aroma of deliciously spicy street food.
...Boombayah!
We came for the Bier, and stayed for the Bier!
Who needs a castle in the clouds when you can have one on a lake? Schlosspark Laxenburg has you covered!
Quick Sunday evening stroll through the palace gardens and Schönbrunn Zoo.
Towering walnut shelves stretch towards the gilded ceiling, their ornate carvings alive with imperial heraldry. Tomes of questionable age line these shelves, leather-bound spines adorned with titles in languages both familiar and antique. The scent mingles with the acrid tang of ink and the sweet decay of paper, enticing even the most disciplined minds to sway to the siren song of knowledge.
Crossing the threshold of Vienna's Naturhistorisches Museum, you're enveloped by shadows of bygone eras, where time-worn cabinets whisper secrets of ancient worlds. In this labyrinth of forgotten lore, each display case is a window to primordial realms, beckoning you to lose yourself in the depths of our mysterious past.
Conquering peaks crowned with Gipfelkreuze, climbing through narrow Klamms carved by glacial streams, and savouring breathtaking views of the glistening alpine lakes nestled below.
Work less and enjoy the sun, winter is coming!
From the hills of Halifax to the mills of Hebden Bridge. Where the rugged beauty of the Pennines meets the industrial heritage of the North.
Old york, old york, it's a hell of a town. The shambles look like they're about to fall down!
Cheers mate!
Don't mix up the sunscreen and tzatziki!
Keep your hands and children inside the boat. Or not!
The only national park where you don't ride the bison; the bison ride you.
Servas Hawara
Unicum. What more needs to be said?
Sodalitas·Romae·Inventa
Nothing teases like Malteasers!
I learnt how to swim here... and also avoid stingrays. 'Straya.
Why are there no trolls under the Sydney Harbour Bridge? The bridge tolls were too high in Sydney!
Amidst the vibrant beauty of an Australian backyard, a kaleidoscope of colourful parrots delight with their lively presence as they gracefully swoop in for their daily afternoon cuppa.
Seeking solace and connection, I embarked on a pilgrimage to the serene Buddhist temple that once provided my father a sanctuary of peace and helped to heal his grieving heart.
Exploring the vibrant streets of Sydney side-by-side, father and son.
Basking under the Sydney sun, the waves whispering secrets to the shore, here I find relaxation and laughter with friends and family, a serene escape from the international hustle.
We came, we saw, we contemplated!
From the haunting thrills of Halloween to the feasts of American Thanksgiving and straight into the twinkling charm of Vienna's Christmas markets in November – who has time for rest with such a whirlwind?
Forró 4ever.
So much water. So many lakes.
Grounded in Zürich after some bad weather but my heart's up in the clouds. Unexpected layovers lead to unexpected friendships—particularly when you'd rather be airborne—shoutout to my new seagull (snowgull?) mates!
Y'all ready for this?
Strolling through Brussels, beneath a weeping sky, where each end is whispered with the wind. Here, amidst the greys, the city's cartoon murals hint at joy—a reminder that even on the dreariest days, colour finds a way to bring a smile.
On so many things, in so many ways, like the sun, fading into its myriad hues, parting in silent eloquence.
May contain Kerosene, Propylene Glycol, Artificial Sweeteners, Sulfuric Acid, Rum, Acetone, Battery Acid, red dye#2, SCUMM, Axle grease and/or pepperoni.
What goes up must come down. Even if it does complain the whole way.
Adventures behind the lens.
Whether it's by plane or train, why not embark on an adventure and explore what's nearby?
That log was cursed.
“Czech this out” was said endlessly.
Worth it.
C'était la première fois que je voyais la tour Eifel ; elle ne m'a plus jamais regardé de la même façon.
When the snow's not around it's time to hit the streets; see the town.
Nice try BA but you didn't realise this time I had a friend in town ✨
Everyone has a first time on a sled. This was mine.
Coming from Australia, I never knew there were so many colours.
Explorations while running a training course.
Came for the Paella. Stayed for the new friends.
Not the craziest place I've had a candlelit dinner.
I've seen bigger.
It was Nice!
Cherry Blossom season in the height of the Korean Covid pandemic. Yes, I got it.
Short trip home. But someday we'll all be together once more.
I don't know what you're complaining about. It really didn't smell that bad.
Back to the sea, where my soul finds its melody, in the endless dance of waves where I have so longed to be.
I'm on a boat.
Vergiß, vergiß und laß uns jetzt nur dies erleben, wie die Sterne durch geklärten Nachthimmel dringe.
I'll never reveal who makes my favourite burek.
Cappelli e sciarpe sono la novità del mio primo Natale invernale.
No one is more surprised than me that I didn't fall and die.
Home is where the beach is. Especially when they decide you can't leave because of a global pandemic.
I travelled for a short meeting with NCBJ but uncovered a rich history, captivating culture, and dynamic energy – a city that never ceases to amaze me.
The true essence of a cyber-attack research project isn't just about understanding vulnerabilities or enhancing security; it's about bringing your friends together to break things.
As the years add wisdom (maybe not to me), why not add stamps to my passport too?
The food. My god.
Alfoil really is a physicist's best friend.
Hiking up top too hot? Go down nature's water slide and take a canyon below.
When Melbourne is no longer cold enough for you.
Seagulls are the toughest art critics.
Don't use the Wifi. Just don't.
Boy meets girl on bus. Next weekend, they go backpacking for two weeks in another country.