We arrived a quarter to six. In a few minutes, the hostel would open, but instead of calling the staff to accommodate us, we chose to just stay outside| The Poor Traveler® Itinerary Blog
When Captain John Lort Stokes of the Beagle reached a harbor in Northern Australia in 1839, he thought about a friend and former shipmate who would| The Poor Traveler® Itinerary Blog
Our tour guide Ray called everyone to gather around a particular stick figure of a man with barbed spears and a dilly bag above a signage that says, "A| The Poor Traveler® Itinerary Blog
I spotted a stranger walking in my direction. His smile was shining, and his eyes were fixed on me as he leisurely trod through the crowd. If there was| The Poor Traveler® Itinerary Blog
The boat approached a nook along the Mary River, parting the sea of lotus lilies along the way. Our driver and guide Reuben moored the boat and rose from| The Poor Traveler® Itinerary Blog
On that bus, I was the only one below 40. As I made my way to my seat, I was greeted with cheery hello's by a bus-ful of middle aged to senior tourists,| The Poor Traveler® Itinerary Blog
There was a lot to be nervous about during the cruise. For starters, we would be cruising down the Mary River, one of the eight Top End rivers and is| The Poor Traveler® Itinerary Blog
