Travel

Creepy Hollow

Usually the best part of taking the dreaded bus to Perth is the arrival, but my last trip had us taking the mid trip break at a new place.

Creepy stuff for sale

Creepy stuff for sale

Formerly the Beaufort River Roadhouse, Creepy Hollow is a cafe/gift shop with a difference. At first I thought they had just forgotten to take down their tacky Halloween decorations, then I entered the shop and saw the extent of the creepiness. They have a whole “market” set up where you can purchase scary masks, tricks and other Halloween type products.

Who's your mummy

Who’s your mummy

On walking in I was startled by a large statue which must have a sensor because it greeted me in an deep eery voice! Another headless statue whined about missing her wedding day because she lost her head!

This roadhouse is in the middle of nowhere, can you imagine if they had a power outage and they were surrounded by all these spooky talking statues?? It’s the kind of place that I’m glad I packed my knickers!

 

Personally I really dislike scary stuff, thriller movies, suspense or surprises so I was pretty keen to buy my obligatory hot chips and take refuge in the bus!

If you are looking to stop somewhere different I can recommend checking out the creepy hollow, just don’t ask me to go back!

Jaime Nicole xx

Boracay bikinis

Little bikinis, barely there bikinis, up your butt bikinis, the whole lot everywhere you looked! Boracay island in the Philippines is the American/Korean equivalent of Bali for Aussies in my opinion. White sand, cheap food, fun water sports and relaxing massages.

Upon arrival we were greeted by almost every staff member in the resort, ready with a fresh fruit mocktail, a shell necklace and a cold flannel for our face. After cooling off, it was time to explore the island.

imageEvery time I walked along the main walkway voices echoed SirMaam MassaaaaageJetskiiiiiiiiiii! Some vendors even offered to henna tattoo the phrase onto a body part for a small fee!

The coconut oil massages were very relaxing and left me slipping and sliding in my thongs all the way back to my hotel. I had my toenails painted by a lovely young man, who when I chose a nail polish colour he grinned and showed me that he had the same colour on his toenails!

We spent some time canoeing in the water near out hotel, where we once came across a dead sea snake, which of course made me squeal! The hotel staff came and fished it out of the water, confirming it was in fact dead. For some reason snakes seem to feature in my blogs! Read “Rich Strong and Intoxicating” for more!

imageWhilst swimming one day I noticed a fuss happening on the beach. Apparently a local tv star had come for some rest and relaxation and was signing autographs for fans. I have no idea who it was, but the locals seemed very excited by the female star in a little bikini..

That night we went to an outdoor BBQ, where you choose all the ingredients you like such as chicken, bamboo shoots, shredded carrot and so on. You collect them in a bowl and hand them to the chef, who BBQ’s it and returns it to you at your table (in a different bowl I hoped). It was so delicious and I knew the exact ingredients-assuming the chicken was in fact chicken!

The island was at times very touristy and commercial, with the beach being the main attraction. I walked the beach regularly, but felt guilty every time, as the beachfront hotel staff followed everyone, raking the beach smooth again!

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If you find yourself in the Philippines, give Boracay a visit. Or if you prefer somewhere less touristy, try Palawan as I hear it is much quieter.

Jaime Nicole xx

Hand in my pocket..

A good looking man sidled up to me as we were boarding a train to start our pub crawl in the heart of Prague. He was standing so close yet didn’t make eye contact with me. The sound of the train doors echoed in the scarcely populated platform and we moved towards the open doors. The man obviously had no clue about personal space as he stood touching my shoulder, and then I felt a HAND IN MY POCKET AND IT WASN’T MINE! He was so sneaky about it, holding a coat over his arms to disguise what he was actually doing!

Luckily I only had a map of the city in my pocket (haha sucker!) and all my valuables were in my across my chest bag that I held in front of me. I stared in shock and then anger at him as he ignored me and sat a little distance away.
My evil eyes must have let him know what I suspected because he got off at the very next train station in the middle of nowhere!

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We continued on our journey and had a great time drinking absinthe and beers across the city of Prague, forgetting that the night had almost resulted in a loss of possessions.

A least I got felt up by a local hottie-even if he was a pick pocketer!

Have you had a similar experience on your travels? It can happen anywhere, we just have to stay vigilant. Comment below to share your tips on keeping possessions safe on your travels.

Jaime Nicole xx

Don’t fall in!

Some new experiences when travelling are easier than others. Learning to eat rice with my fingers, making a snowball or using an EFTPOS card were relatively simple tasks, but there is one thing that most people can find confronting..

Going to the toot in foreign countries…
I once went into a shopping centre ladies toilets and as it was quite busy there was only one loo available. It was one of those hole in the floor toilets i had heard about from friends. It had taken me ages to figure out where the loos were at all so I was busting to go and decided to brave it. The floors were wet with god knows what, the attendant constantly mopping so it never dries.
It involves quite a bit of skill to squat and pee with your pants out of the way (but they can’t touch the ground or they’ll get wet on the floor slime) AND hold onto your handbag AND supply your own loo paper! Many places in Asia do not supply paper and you can’t flush it either, instead disposing of it in a bucket or washing your tush with a jug of water! Anyway I triumphantly completed the task like a toddler learning to toilet train and left the cubicle to wash my hands (dodging the lady with the urine mop). As I looked around I noticed that other cubicles were free now and THEY WERE ALL WESTERN TOILETS!! I had unwittingly chosen the only weird dunny that even the locals hadn’t preferred! Funny how our expectations of some countries really aren’t correct for the majority, like pet kangaroos and Aussies throwing shrimp on the barbie- IT’S FLOPPIN PRAWNS!

Just to be clear, I actually managed to cock up all of the above easy experiences; I rubbed chilli in my eye while eating with my hands, I fell over and only hit myself with the snowball and I tried using my eftpos card at a McDonald’s in Austria but it was completely in German!I still ended up with my (possibly expensive-who knows) curly fries and made a new friend (who may have tried to steal my card) so it was worth it!

My point is that every experience, good or bad can teach you something.
I’ve learnt to not always believe the stereotypes and tourist campaigns, and to take other people’s travel stories with a grain of salt as everyone experiences things differently. You may see the hole in the floor toilet and feel completely at home!

Jaime Nicole xx

This is us!

“Don’t forget to pack your knickers” said my mum and probably every other mum sending their child off to school swimming lessons. How was I to know that you don’t wear them under your bathers or you will get a saggy elephant butt? Or maybe that I should have continued to wear them when I got those ‘easy to pee’ bathers with the press stud crotch that continuously popped open and flashed my hoohaa to every other swimmer?

I guess some (numerous) experiences teach you not to take yourself too seriously, we are all human and we all have saggy elephant butts at some point!

Welcome to PackYourKnickers! My name is Jaime and together with my sister Lauren we hope to share our stories of travel adventures, life experiences and trying new things! Whether you have a cackle or “pack your knickers” we look forward to inspiring, creating and sharing our world with you.

Jaime Nicole xx