Well, it’s come to that point in the journey where Fire and Tea has had to make a sharp turn in order to go forward. I have decided to move Fire and Tea to a brand new, sparkly location. Thank you very much for all of your support and attention during this crazy journey. I … Continue reading »
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Melbourne’s laneways are synonymous with street art, boutique shopping and decent hole-in-the-wall coffee shops.
Smith Street hugs the suburbs of Fitzroy and Collingwood in Melbourne, offering its visitors an edgy shopping experience.
Rickety stalls line a busy road that points me in the direction of Prayag Ghat leading to the banks of The Ganges. Street vendors are crying to the flow of cars, push-bikes, cows and foot-traffic that’s congesting this gateway.
Many cafés are frequented on my journeys throughout the world. However, one teeny little café in particular really summed up the essence of my love of travel and tea.
Sun pierces my parched skin while grit kicks up from the Murchison Highway. As I pace back in 40 degree heat, I think of a million other places I’d rather be.
Bronzed leaves parachute through the air before softly landing on bricks that form The Great Wall of China, a series of walls located along China’s historical northern borders.
Our cosy rickshaw sits at idle beside a grey curb, whispering for us to step aboard; more words uttered than our rickshaw driver. His blank eyes lead us to his wooden workhorse, his rotund face devoid of any emotion or interest in us.
The rhythmic hum of our train rolling along the tracks lightly shakes me from my shallow sleep. Ten hours earlier we boarded our train in busy Cairo. Now, in its early morning hours we’re rolling through the outskirts of Luxor.
