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A Solo Travel Debut Fail
It’s 15 minutes into my debut of solo travelling, and I’ve successfully sweated through a slimily thick layer of Men’s Sports 48-hour deodorant. I’m crouched in the corner next to the Student Flights booth with my head stuffed between my knees, I’m hyperventilating like a broken fan, and my vision’s sparked out into a swamp…
This is Home — For Now
Fresh off the plane, a trail across the world left on the maps, I walk through the picturesque German town I have chosen as the location for my future stories. I'll walk these streets past bright coloured houses with wooden shutters as I fight to earn that expensive piece of paper in endless hours of…
What I Learned From My Shower Sex Injury
I could see the sun beginning to rise on the horizon of the abandoned Templehof Airport in Berlin from the window of our Airbnb. It was a nice change from the backpackers I had been staying in for weeks, which reeked of desperation and Lynx Africa. I had just polished off my second bottle of…
The Astray Guide to Travelling Spain
Where: Modern Spain is best defined as occupying most of the land that was conquered by, and then reclaimed from, the Moors, minus the kingdom to the west that wasn’t unified under the marriage of Ferdinand of Aragon to Isabella of Castille. You know, everything south of Andorra but north of Africa that uses the…
The Astray Guide to Dancing in Colombia
During Brazil's World Cup, the Colombian football team won the adoration of la copa with their little goal boogie that featured every game they played. They scored? They danced. The two actions are inextricably linked. In Colombia, you dance? You score. Colombia is where South American culture meets the Caribbean coastline, and generally, the country…

Astray is a storytelling project centred on travel, place, culture and identity.

We’re run by a team of writers who mostly live, work and play in nipaluna / Hobart. With reverence, we acknowledge the Tasmanian Aboriginal people as the traditional and ongoing custodians of trouwunna / lutruwita / Tasmania: land that was stolen and never ceded. We pay our respects to Elders past, present and emerging.