Travel Diary: Weekend at Coolangatta

There are times when you’re incredibly organised and pack all your things carefully, thoughtfully and in an organised manner. Then there are times when you grab half the clothes you own, some straight out of the dryer, and throw them vaguely in the direction of your suitcase. For me, last Friday was one of those second type of days. Messy, frantic and complete chaos. I had spent the morning writing and walking around my apartment trying to get things done, but really achieving very little. You know those days where you have lots of little things to do to get ready, but you just keep walking from place to place and not really getting any of them done? I was in that kinda mind frame and it was really unhelpful. I zipped up my suitcase and threw a weird mix of my last-minute essential items into a large canvas bag: Polaroid camera, make-up bag, water bottle, iPhone charger, hat, notepad, three pens, ventolin inhaler, shoes, glasses and swimmers. I rolled out of my apartment looking like a crazed woman, with bags and bits and pieces hanging off me everywhere, hair stuck up at right angles and my keys in my (...)