Port Arthur Paranormal Investigation Tour – Getting My Freak On

The Port Arthur Paranormal Investigation Tour goes way beyond a normal ghost tour!

I’m someone that sits on the fence when it comes to the spirit world, I don’t disbelieve in the paranormal, but until I see irrefutable proof, there will always be a little part of my brain that will say ‘weeeell, maybe’.

The rest of my brain, however, wholeheartedly believes in ghosts and what-not and the little, disbelieving corner of grey goop lets it because it’s nice to think our departed loved ones are still around and that we can communicate with them.

It was that optimistic part of my brain that jumped at the chance to join a Paranormal Investigation Tour at the very haunted and historic Port Arthur World Heritage site on Tasmania’s south-east coast.

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Palace-hopping in St.Petersburg

Russia is dodgy. Stunning architecture, fascinating history, but let’s get it out of the way first, it is dodgy. When a tour company has a budget for bribing officials at the borders, you know something is not quite right. Not even 20 minutes into the country and our Top Deck bus was pulled over by the Police, a pay-off amounting to AU$20 settled any potential prison visits and we were back on our way to St Petersburg.

Welcome to Russia!

That aside, Russia is absolutely beautiful. It is not like any other country in the world (besides the ex-Soviet States that have since claimed independence.) The bright colours of Cathedrals and Palaces provide a stark contrast against the grey concrete of the many communist apartments. When the sun peeks out, the gold highlights on buildings reflect the opulence of the country’s varied past. 

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Moscow More Often

I had been in Russia for a few days now on a Top Deck ‘Red Star’ tour and was getting used to the language, over-presence of authority, tasteless hotel breakfasts and the imposing communist statues that dot the cities. I no longer felt intimidated by any dodgy looking local walking in my direction and I had even mastered public transport (which when written only in Cyrillic can be a nightmare!)

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