I spent the last two weeks traveling through Indonesia with my family. We were in search of some information about my father’s parents, where they lived, where they are buried and everything in between. 
We moved through Java, Surabaya and Mojokorto before finishing up in Bali. It was a whirlwind of a trip. We met many relatives, saw the schools my father went to, suffered through the intense humidity and enough gado-gado to last us through a war. 
More photos to come. 

I spent the last two weeks traveling through Indonesia with my family. We were in search of some information about my father’s parents, where they lived, where they are buried and everything in between. 

We moved through Java, Surabaya and Mojokorto before finishing up in Bali. It was a whirlwind of a trip. We met many relatives, saw the schools my father went to, suffered through the intense humidity and enough gado-gado to last us through a war. 

More photos to come. 

Luna.

Luna.

Catani.

Catani.

Walking.

Walking.

Bridged.

Bridged.

St Kilda.

St Kilda.

Now, there’s a view you don’t get to see everyday. 14 floors up at the Slattery offices.

Now, there’s a view you don’t get to see everyday. 14 floors up at the Slattery offices.

Sundays.

Melbourne might be dreary but at least we can dream.

No lovers in the parking lot, just a big yellow sun.

No lovers in the parking lot, just a big yellow sun.

Backstreet wanderings.

Backstreet wanderings.

Sliced orange, This American Life and a whole lot of uni work. It’s gonna be a long night!

Lost in the underground.

Lost in the underground.

Sydney, you are always a dream.

Sydney, you are always a dream.