When it was my turn to speak, the Kangaroo Dundee threw me a curious look as though something about what I had to say was remotely interesting. Our group| The Poor Traveler® Itinerary Blog
When we began our journey across Australia's Red Center, our tour guide-slash-driver handed us a marker and told us to write our names on the window of| The Poor Traveler® Itinerary Blog
As soon as we made it past the signboard welcoming us to Alice Springs, I chuckled a little. There was nothing funny about the signboard or the town. It| The Poor Traveler® Itinerary Blog
Since we left the port, I never moved from my seat because if I did, I would throw up everything I had for breakfast in one forceful blow. Oh wait, I| 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 looked at the town's location on the map, and I was instantly intrigued. I had never been this far from the shore: Alice Springs is tucked 1200 km from| The Poor Traveler® Itinerary Blog