Exposed.

Wish me luck. I just entered the 2015 Travel Writing scholarship competition run by World Nomads and Lonely Planet.

The 3 scholarship recipients will receive:

  • A 3-day custom travel writing course in San Francisco with mentor and Lonely Planet author John Vlahides
  • A 10-day road trip across the U.S. (including a $3000 USD stipend to spend on food, transport, activities and accommodation)
  • Round-trip airfare from your country of residence to San Francisco, CA
  • Travel insurance for the duration of the trip from World Nomads

To view my entry “exposed” click on the following link. http://journals.worldnomads.com/katische/story/132517/Papua-New-Guinea/Exposed

Thanks to Shannon, Koel and Michael for their travel tips for where I should travel to, should I win, and also to Steph for reading the article prior to submission.

Katische xx

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In the photo I am fifteen. My eyes are cast downwards, a little embarrassed. She stands beside me looking ahead, smiling. We have the same colour brown hair. Hers is short and densely packed with tightly coiled curls. Mine is cut in a bob.

I wear a maroon fake Adidas polo shirt, made in china, buttoned to the very top. It’s a new purchase from Moresby, where pirate t-shirts and cassette tapes provide local Chinese businesspeople with income, and over-privileged boarding school teenagers like me wear them as a badge of honor when we return to school.

She’s not wearing a shirt. Mud has been painted over her breasts. This is the source of my discomfort.

I’m not used to seeing the public display of breasts. I feel embarrassed for her. I imagine what it would be like for me to be standing next to a stranger, partly clothed, being photographed by men. The men are my father and uncle, but to her they are strangers.

Behind us, visible in the photo is her house. Her family makes hers from thatched straw and wood. It stands high on stilts for protection when the river rises, and to keep them safe from predatory animals at night. Anyone who pays to go on the tour can come to her village, and poke their nose into her house.

Mine is a modern apartment in a high-rise complex surrounded by high fences topped with barbed wire. Guards stand at my gate, and only those who live there are allowed to enter.

She fears evil spirits, but is comfortable with ritual and communicating with the dead. I’m afraid of being seen as a looser or a nerd, and the only person I’ve ever lost was my Nanna. Death is not yet something I want to talk about.

She lives in Ambiwarra along the Sepik River. I live in Port Moresby on the school holidays, and Brisbane during the school term.

At this point in time, I discover, that wherever you travel, there you are. We bring with us all of our beliefs and baggage. It is with time and experience that we can enjoy being confronted by new situations and new discoveries about how others live their lives, and realize, that there is nothing to compare. It just is.

Travel opens your eyes and clears the layers of first world privilege. The more uncomfortable it makes you feel, the greater the change on your psyche, the more aware you are of the gifts of your birth. Twenty-four years later, I will post this photo on my website. It will be the journey that I identify as the source of my life long travel bug.

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The healing power of holidays

I do not need to be convinced that holidays are important for the mental health of my family. I only have to look back at our photographs to see the joy in the subtle movements of my children, and the expressions on their faces. Everything that seemed too hard, becomes ok with a bit of distance and perspective. Even kids who couldn’t drag themselves to school a minute longer suddenly get a zest for life that is contagious. Holidays are a precious investment into the health and well being of my family. They’re not sacred, they’re a staple.

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These photos were taken at Seven Mile Beach at Lennox Heads, in New South Wales at Easter.

 

 

 

 

An examination of Motherhood

I just got published! Live now on the Australian Woman’s Weekly Magazine Website! The number of exclamation marks should surely indicate how excited I am 🙂 Thank you Australian Woman’s Weekly Magazine. I hope this article provides reassurance and food for thought for all mothers.

“Motherhood is what you make of it. It requires nothing short of 100% mental focus and it is your grandest “project” that you will ever undertake.”

Happy Mother’s Day for this weekend.
http://www.aww.com.au/relationships/parenting-family/how-becoming-a-mother-changed-me-and-how-it-will-change-you-20497