Travel Tales: Felicity Watson

Name: Felicity Watson

Age: 27

Occupation: Itinerant aspiring historian and writer

Favourite travel destination?: The art gallery. No matter where I go, if there is a local gallery I will endeavour to visit it. From The Louvre to the Grafton Regional Gallery, galleries have told me fascinating stories about the people who built them and the place of that city or town in the world. They are also often accompanied by fine food, coffee and a gallery shop, my favourite kind!

Worst travel experience?: The 1000km drive home from Victoria after a three-day music festival, the only girl in a carload of boys. The last straw came when I couldn’t find a copy of the weekend Sydney Morning Herald as we crossed the border from Wodonga into Albury (see what is the one thing you don’t leave home without, below.)

Best tips for beating jetlag?: Fly domestic.

What is the one thing you don’t leave home without?: A book. Or seven. Books are my security blanket; no matter how far from home I am, I can always find comfort in words. They are also multifunctional. Although annoyingly heavy, they are perfect for boring hours spent waiting at the airport or in a car, burying your nose in to hide from annoying travel companions, gifting to new friends or leaving in places for new owners to find and cherish them.

Do you stay in touch with people while you’re travelling?: I am an erratic correspondent, but I mean well. Communiques are most likely to be expressed via Twitter, followed by Facebook, email, postcard or phone, in that order.

Best meal you’ve ever had while travelling?: Goats’ cheese on baguette washed down by $2 red wine in a youth hostel room on the first night of a week in Paris with three of my friends, all of us 16 years old.

Best kiss?: Pashing my handsome German boyfriend under the falling snow of my first white winter. (Again, I was 16. At 200cm tall he was almost half a metre taller than me. Ultimately distance, and to a lesser extent height, led to the demise of our winter romance.)

Best/scariest/funniest drive?: Travelling to Nowra, south of Sydney, with my former partner and his best friend, the three of us squeezed into the front of a ute, for a supper club show by musician Darren Hanlon. We listened to mix tapes. We saw. We ate. We drank copious amounts of whiskey in a caravan. We went to the nightclub that everyone told us not to go to. The drive home wasn’t nearly as much fun.

What has been the big WOW moment of your travelling life?: The flight over Sydney when I am coming home from a faraway place; all red tiles, blue swimming pools and the snaky outline of the harbour. This beautiful sight means that I’m home.

Image caption: Self-portrait taken in an antique shop in Ulmarra, NSW, on a DIY Antiques Roadshow, 2009.

Felicity Watson is one of the greatest food/feminist bloggers in the whole wide world. Check out her blog at

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