All posts tagged: Wild Spin

Dublin Cool: The Dean

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We were in Dublin for a good time, not a long time, so The Dean was the perfect place to elevate our stay in one of the coolest cities in Europe. As much as we would have loved to stay longer to linger on the rooftop balcony over a few Guinesses and try the brunch menu at Sophie’s upstairs, or sample an Irish whisky at the entry bar, we found this place helped us to stay in style, while also hopping about Dublin easily. Definitely a superior crash pad, and one that we imagine would have some pretty awesome post-rock show parties. The Dean was so damn great because of the attention to detail – the room card that was ‘The Key to A Deadly Time’, the cheeky do not disturb signs, the Smeg fridge and subway tiles in the bathroom, the vinyl player with well curated records (Chemical Brothers! Van Morrison’s Astral Weeks!), the craft beers and ciders and boutique snacks not to mention barber products, the punchy prints, bright rug and those blue …

36 Hours in Bangkok

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I was all gearing up to host my Wanderlust 5 year anniversary show on Bondi Beach Radio when I got a call from AirAsia – want to come to Bangkok next week to help celebrate the fact we’ve flow half a billion passengers? I hit pause on the playlist prep, packed my passport and that was that. Show? What show?! Arriving in Bangkok, after getting a pretty decent sleep on a Premium Flatbed (which, BTW, is the way forward when it comes to flying overnight to Asia), I was reminded of the few days I had spent in the Thai capital many years before. There was the chokey traffic and wide, in-progress highways, as well as humidity and haze, but as the cityscape flickers by you also glimpse the tops of Buddhist temples and signs with curly-edged Thai script. It has an exciting energy and I couldn’t wait to see how much I could ram into a short (two days and one night!) stay. Shopping at Siam Square I’d been reading about the cutting-edge fashion …

PapirØen Street Food, Copenhagen

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Whether you consider yourself a culinary traveller or not, PapirØen Street Food is a destination sure to evoke a squee of delight. Situated on PapirØen (Paper Island), which is a short (and I mean very short – around 5 minutes) ferry trip across from the pastel photo paradise that is the streets of Nyhavn, this foodie gem has casual river-side dining figured out. Copenhagen Street Food is set in two large warehouses with pop-up shipping containers out front, long communal benches, and a row of reclining chairs with views across the river. This is people watching at it’s best. Stake a spot, then duck inside and veer to the right until you find Cocktailbaren for their off-the-hook berry mojitos. You’ll need it to mellow your excitement when you head back inside and start decision tackling the plethora of food stands. Skymie indulged his love of Korean food by heading to Bulko for some spicy BBQ vegetarian bibimbap with a side of kimchi, while I braved a huge line to get a middle-eastern pita pocket – …

Svartsö: Wild Spin in the Stockholm Archipelago

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This mini adventure began in typical wild spin fashion, running at high speed through the crowds of Gamla Stan, Stockholm’s old town. We didn’t leave enough time after visiting the Vasamuseet to ferry back from Djurgården, collect our bags from the hotel and get down to the ferry wharf and set sail on our next adventure. So here we were, victims again of our misconception that we can fit a fat itinerary into a thin afternoon, sweating and side-stepping the leisurely tourists of Central Stockholm. But this is a story about the archipelago. We walked onto the gangplank with a minute to spare. The Stockholm Archipelago is made up of approximately 30,000 islands, so as the ferry left the city in its whitewash, we began to float past rocky islands of varying sizes. Some are little more than a jagged outcrop used as a resting place for gulls, others are the size of a private property – and indeed that’s what they are – a pine-clad oasis for a summer home, Swedish flag swinging in the …

Kia Ora New Zealand: Part Two

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Lake Tekapo, Mount Cook My first visit to New Zealand was my last family holiday. I was 22, had spent the year before living in Canada and Scotland, and the earlier part of that year working in a bar in the port town of Fremantle in Western Australia. I’d always been what The Lemondheads dissed as the ‘Outdoors Type’, having grown in the suburb of Illawong in Sydney’s south, an Aboriginal  and Torres Strait Islander word meaning ‘a place between two rivers’. Streets there shared backyards with bushland, many sloping down into valleys where pebbled creeks swelled to join the rivers of their namesake. I thrived on exploring the bush. I was the first to climb trees with the boys, wade into the river and, to my mother’s despair, return dirtier and more scratched up each time I’d begged to be allowed to ‘go down to the creek’. But it was the grandeur of the Canadian wilderness that really tattooed the passport to my beating little heart. British Columbia became the pine-clad gate against which …