A Day at Perth Zoo

This wasn’t on the To-Do list when I travelled to Perth. I happened to be in Kings Park and was pointed over to the clump of trees in the middle of the city that was the zoo. Didn’t look real as it looked too tiny. You know tiny as in middle-of-the-city, no room, came-directly-from-a-cartoon tiny.

But Perth Zoo is anything but tiny. Even when writing this I still cant wrap my head around how they managed to fit so many animals [and trails] into this seemingly small space and at $31 for an adult ticket, it seems to be overly priced for such a small zoo, right?

Turns out, it was worth every penny.

The one thing I wasn’t expecting was the non-paying talks by zookeepers. We watched the Memphis, the rhino, take a mud bath while learning about to learn about the species and everything that effect them (of course, poaching was key)

Rhino - Perth ZooRhino under tree

A few of the enclosures aren’t enclosures, but they have visitors walk into their territory. And one such territory trespassing that would give most people pause, is the Kangaroos and Wallabies. If you’re like me, you’re probably wondering don’t Kangaroos kill people?? Are you insane!! Why would you walk into their territory?! But turns out they can’t be bothered with you, you’d be lucky if you get a mildly interested ear twitch from them.

Kangaroo - Perth Zoo

The bird section is also a pretty walking-in-their-territory part. You get all these pretty little blue birds flying around your head and grey small running birds zipping in-and-out of bushes and plants right beside you.

Top Three Tips

Tip #1 – wear runners. I know it’s Australia and an average day the temperature is hitting the 30s, but wear comfortable shows, your feet will thank you for it. There’s A LOT of walking and a LOT of hills.

Tip #2 – go early. Not eleven, midday or one. First thing in the morning is needed. With no proper reading of signs and missing a few animals due to them not being findable and missing the entire nocturnal section due to my companion’s fear of bats, we barely got out before closing.

Tip #3 – The best time to go is weekdays during the school term. This means that there’s no crowds! You get to see everything and watch most of the talks!

Website: https://perthzoo.wa.gov.au/
Price: Adult $31
Best time: Early morning. The earlier the better.

Travels – Bruges, Belgium

Mulled Wine, Mulled Wine, Mulled Wine & Chocolate

I’ve always wanted to go to the Christmas Markets, technically the ones in Germany, but when the opportunity came for the ones in Belgium. I jumped at the chance.

I didn’t research Belgium or its markets before going. I was only going to be there for a day, so it would be speed around, look, and get back home.

Bruges is very picturesque [as seen in the photo above], the layout is the exact town you used to read about in your history books about medieval living. Quant little houses all narrowed together in tiny skinny laneways and abundance of huge churches in a three minute walk from one another. [ones that ring their bell first thing in the morning to wake everybody up!!]

Being Christmas and being extremely cold that made my nose purple, mulled wine was sold everywhere really cheaply. You can also add in a little extra rum malibu or barcdai if you’re heart so desires [I got whiskey- it’s so worth it!]. It’s takes the place of coffee or tea to keep you warm as it’s cheap €2.50 for a styrophome cup of it. Sip it to beat off the chill! Who doesn’t like the sound of that?

If you love chocolate, you’re spoiled for choice, but you’re going to be easily ripped off for coughing up more money for the same bar if you don’t look around. In one street alone there was three- three chocolatiers side-by-side, selling nearly the same chocolate and that’s not counting the others on the other side of the street.

So, for Christmas travels and for a weekend away- Bruges is a nice escape to a little taste of winter wonderland. With it’s small and quant streets and houses, but Germany would keep you more occupied with it’s much bigger markets.

My Weekend in Portugal


I landed back in Ireland late last night.

I was eating really well the first day and then I started slipping, I didn’t go really bad. I never drank so much to even warrant a hangover and I literally got hooked on salads [they are so darn good with soya sauce]. It wasn’t a holiday for us to go crazy on, it was a quiet few days with the family, and that is exactly what we did, and I loved every second of it.

White Sangria

There was no laptop or tv for the whole 4 days, and I didn’t miss either in the slightest. I was debating on bringing my laptop to get some writing done when I was over there, but I’m glad now that I didn’t, because my mind was focused on enjoying myself and it meant that I didn’t have an extra bag to carry around. We did have a tv and my aunt and nanny  watched soaps and movies when they wanted some quiet time in, while we went for a walk.
It’s because of these walks that I don’t feel really really awful, we kept up out healthy regime. We walked 15-20k steps-a-day on average, the weather was cool- not too cold that you were cold [except for on the beach], but not too warm that you started sweating the second after coming outside.

I miss being in a house with more people. It was depressing coming home to an empty house [except for seeing my dog].  My mam is back from the same holiday today and she should be in at any moment while I’m writing this. It’s only the two of us in this house now and I really just want to get back over with the family again [we’re thinking September is a good time for the next trip over]. This house just feel empty now.

Holiday Time!!

My family own a couple of properties in Portugal and I haven’t been since I was 18 [about 7 years ago] because I always remember that I just legally allowed to drink.

I’m finally going back over with the family. The family being my mam, nanny, two aunts and two cousins.

It’s only going to be from Thursday to Monday, but it’s still going to be nice to not have to stress about work or worry about stupid things. To just do whatever I want which will end up with either drink or food involved.

I’m debating on if I should bring my laptop with me. I know there is going to be times where there’s nothing to do and I pretty sure that if I don’t bring I’ll just get lightly irritated about not being able to write or send emails. Could easily only be a few minutes in the morning or afternoon. Think I’m going to bring it. Now I just need to figure out the wi-if situation.

I didn’t think I’d be looking forward to it- it’s a small place in Portugal and I’m just going to relax, not to go wild, but I’m sooo looking forward to it. Maybe put me mind at ease.


Not feeling like I wanna be home.

I got in yesterday at about 5:30pm [Irish time], and I’ve only just gotten time to write this up now.

I got the weird [and horrible] feeling when I was going around Dublin yesterday…that nothing has changed. A rope swing is still wrapped around one of the lamp posts on the road, the same kids are running around, the same type of people are still walking around the shops.

Then I got hit with the sudden urge to flee. for the first time in my life, I don’t want to be here, and even as I write this, I  still don’t want to be here.

The freedom and experiences of being away are amazing and then to come back to the same street, the same people doing the same old thing…I want to go away again.

It’s having so much freedom to do whatever you want, to just come home and be smacked in the face with the same faces, the same routine, the same story and the same old questions…it’s like my head is being plunged back under water- I’m already starting to feel confined and I’m not even here for 24 hours yet.

I love my family, and it’s why I love Ireland, and why I love living here. If I could bring them all with me, I would be travelling the world non-stop.

 Because the world is too big to be stuck in one place. 

Going Home Tomorrow!!

My time in Amsterdam is over 🙁

But cannot wait to go home!! To see all my family and friends, and to give my doggy a big huge hug when I get through the door.

The plans are to go for a walk before getting something yummy to eat for dinner.

They want me to come into work in the morning, but I may just leave from home- because I’ll be stressing out and unable to think straight, let alone work!! This is my first time travelling by myself. The plan is to get some writing done on the 1-hour plane journey.

Getting butterflies in my tummy at the thought of seeing everyone. Cant believe it’s been 5 weeks!! It flew in!

I’m dying to sleep in my own comfy bed, and not to have mice and be able to go wherever I want because I wont get lost.

Today can’t go quick enough!!

Amsterdam – only 2 days left!

I haven’t been missing home, I haven’t once been wishing I was at home. But ever since the beginning of this week [by beginning I mean Sunday] I’ve been getting all giddy with the thought of going back home, of seeing my mammy for the first time in 5 weeks. She sent me a lovely text today saying: It feels like a lifetime, but’s its only been five weeks, can’t wait to see you

I cannot wait to go home to Bruce, and to see his happy face when I come through the door. He’s been crying all through the night since I’ve been gone, and hasn’t gone back to his normal self…don’t worry, the troublesome duo will be back soon!

I’m dying for my own bed, and to just wake up and not to be covered in sweat, and with the back of my neck to be drenched in my own moisture because of the heath during the night.

I cannot wait to be able to sleep through the night and not be woken up by the sound of mice, or to constantly think that a piece of chocolate is something else entirely.

To be able to go wherever I want, whenever I want. Over here, I don’t know where anything is or how to get to anywhere, and there’s nowhere exciting to go to. I miss Dublin. I miss being able to go where my heart desires, and not having to worry about getting lost.

Proper Food!! Oh…my…god. How much I miss normal and good food. I devoured a large plate of mash potato today after going 5 weeks without having it. Do you guys know how good mash potato is?? It’s like velvet goodness and soooo yummy, I would happily just had it for breakfast, dinner and tea today. That is one thing I’m looking forward to-  proper meals- and a COOKER. I miss having a cooker, I’ve been living off large bowls of cereal in the morning to just be able to make it through the day.

So, T-Minus 2 days…. Friday just cannot come fast enough!

Amsterdam – Day 17

I’m really bad at keeping this going, but I’ve been kept busy with work. Studying like crazy for a Youtube Certificate [first round is this Thursday] that I haven’t even gotten the chance to touch my novels, and haven’t done anything tourist-y yet.


I had a lovely catch-up with my baby Bruce…I didn’t think he was going to even hear me let along stare straight at the camera at me. I think I completely confused him because when my brother-in-law came through the front dooIMG_2331r while I was still on the phone and Bruce went crazy thinking it was me…. Sorry baby. Miss him like crazy. Sad to say, I miss him more than my family.

Nothing major to write about, the only thing I’ve done since my last update is that I did go to the sex museum on Sunday. I did find it interesting and a little weird at the same time, but it mostly just weirded me out. Then I spent a little bit of money buying a Guess wallet for myself…it’s soooo pretty!! I couldn’t say no.

My sis also got back the wedding photos and she sent them over to me to have a look at. I was going to post one of me onto this post, but I don’t think she’d appreciate. So I’ll just let you know that they’re fab! People keeping saying that my pics look like they’re straight from a magazine spread [without realising who they were looking at]. The power of professional make-up and good photographers is astounding!!

Now, getting back to studying while I have a free house and hopefully can clear up some time tonight to finally get back to my books which I have abandoned since coming over here. 🙁

Amsterdam – End of week 2


Sorry that I havent updated you guys in over a week!!! But I think it’s fitting to start this Amsterdam recap with a photo from the same day last week… The photo above was taken last Saturday while playing poker with the guys in the park and drinking wine [it’s legal over here to drink outside]. This was before going out that night. First week in Amsterdam, I think it was only fitting I went out! But I’m doubting I’ll do the same this week… just too many creeps, I got kissed out-of-the-blue by some guy, and just yesterday a man walked straight in front of me, stared at my chest and said hi.


My twin sent me an update on what was happening…he took over my room. He also sent me  pic of my dog’s face every time he asks him ‘where’s Sarah?’ Poor Bruce, still missing him and cannot wait to get home and get to see his face and bring him on a realy long walk.

My sis also got home during the week from her honeymoon. I was updated of her return home with this pic….


Then, for the first time being here, had a FaceTime chat with them and my mam. I was surprised that I didn’t get upset or homesick. Maybe because they’re only an hour away and if I really really wanted to get home or something happened, I would be with them in no-time.


We went on a trop on one of the canals yesterday morning with a speaker… it was so cool and pretty, I kept getting distracted with the scenery.

I had an anxiety attack yesterday, completely out-of-the-blue. We were doing presentations and usually I’m fine, I stand up and do it, but sitting there and my vision started to go, and my blood pressure plummeted. I knew what it was the second it happened, which didn’t help and had to go to the toilet where I burst into tears while my whole body shook uncontrollably…I’d rather get sick than have one of those attacks. Just horrible. The girls were cool with it, and I can do my presentation on Monday instead.

Because I felt like shit on what happened, I forced myself to go to a football game….

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I did enjoy going out, but I still hate football and honestly just don’t get it…

Then came home, went to bed and woke up this morning. I hate two presentation to do on Monday and I’m going to be in charge of all the social channels for the whole of next week and I’m super excited about it!!!

The building in Amsterdam are just beautiful! 

First Weekend in Amsterdam

Taking a break from work so I can write this blog post.

We went out for a few drinks last night, I wasn’t sure I was going to go- even when I was already dressed and make-up on. I was till debating on going out…

It was soon clear why clubbing is a turn off for me.

We went to one bar, and I ended up dancing with some guy from LA, who asked if ‘I wanted to go up to his apartment’ which was above the club. I declined. He left, and then came back saying ‘I came back just for you.’ Sorry, dude. Not interested.

We went to a second bar, and another guy started dancing with me, and I don’t know if it was the drink or what, but we ended up kissing. The girl came back, yanked him off me, and started fighting with him saying that ‘we’re together’. That didn’t work,  he wouldn’t leave me alone, even after I pushed him off stating that my girlfriend was right behind him.

He replied with:

Your lips are the best lips I’ve ever kissed. 


Noticing that he wasn’t leaving me alone,  the two guys [who I only know a week] strolled in and started grinding up against him and flirting with him- not letting him around to me.

The night ends with them all pretended to be gay for me. The lot of us chatting about the Marriage referendum to people.

I’ve had a hangover all day. I ordered a pizza and ate a bag of Cheetos to myself. It’s half eight and I’m already showered and ready for bed.

There’s a reason why I don’t go clubbing. I hate the people that I attract.