From 2009 to 2015 I ran a blog celebrating the diverse, multicultural food offerings of the western suburbs of Melbourne, Australia. You can read about my former freelance writing career at laurenwambach.com, and check out Footscray Food Blog at footscrayfoodblog.blogspot.com.

 

Now on my new blog, I’m celebrating my passions – food, hiking, exploring new cities, and of course, language.

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  • Walking country

    I wrote this reflection after a fieldtrip to Gamilaraay country, which I facilitated with the support of a grant from the College of Arts and Social Sciences, ANU. This was a chance for students of Gamilaraay to contextualise their language learning and reflect on what it means to learn an Aboriginal language in revival. Golliwogs…

  • Port Moresby by PMV

    Port Moresby, aka POM. Its airport code and local moniker make it sound bouncy and fun. But Google Papua New Guinea’s capital and you will be presented with a laundry list of horrors, from raskols to robber-baron taxi drivers, and wretched coffee to boot.   I have a somewhat perverse tendency to be fascinated by…

  • Lattés in Limol

    Kids and coffee. It sounds like a disastrous combination, but I’m not talking about trading their morning Milo for a double macchiato. Rather, life as a mum changed for me when I taught my oldest daughter how to make my daily stovetop espresso. A proud 10-year-old gingerly conveying a steaming mug of coffee to her…

  • Big Shoulders in Sin City

      Las Vegas means “the meadows” in Spanish, apparently because this spot was once an oasis in the Mojave Desert, the greenery fed by underground water sources. There ain’t much fresh and green in this place anymore though, unless you count the greenbacks being fed into poker machines, or the violently emerald icy cocktails in…