Big Sur, CA 2016

There's a reason why the drive down Highway 1 on the California coast is something of poets and novelists. Even the great Jack Kerouac and his Beantick friends couldn't escape its charm. This stretch of coast is dramatic; big hills, big rocks, big cliff-faces and big wages. But it will take your breath away.

Formentera España, 2017

I don't know what it is about the Islas Baleares, but for most Spaniards, it's not somewhere we'd put on the top of our travel bucket lists. Maybe it's the thought that it's a crowded touristy zone overrun by drunk partygoers chasing that constant high.

But recently, we took a trip over there none-the-less, and I have to say, all my preconceptions were wrong. Formentera, the neighboring island of Ibiza, totally and completely stole my heart. Rugged bushland, crystal clear turquoise water, deserted beaches, and actual local culture. I can't wait to go back!

Encinitas USA, 2016

Continuing on that glorious roadtrip down Highway 1, you'll eventually get to the warm and welcoming shores of Southern California. This is the California us foreigners conjure up in our minds when we know nothing better - the Cali you see in moves. Beachgoers, surfer dudes, endless summers and stunning coastal mansions. Nothing at all like my current home in San Francisco, but when I look at this pictures it reminds me strongly of my old home in Sydney's eastern suburbs. 

Tijuana Mexico, 2016

Mexico is one of my favorite countries to visit. I love the diversity of each region. I'd spent a decent amount of time there in the past, but mostly from Mexico City and eastwards. When I finally got to Tijuana, it was on a 4th July weekend. What you see here are mostly families reunited for the holidays, who have been split by the USA/Mexico border. It was flooded with Mexican-Americans who had come south to meet up with loved ones for a long weekend in the sun. I've never seen a beach so packed in my life!

South Bondi, Australia 2015

One of the most stunning things about Sydney is its white sandy beaches. But for me, there was always something magical about Bondi when she got her storm on. Here, the infamous Icebergs ocean pool is empty, as the whitewash licks the shoreline.