An easy way of determining intelligence is to measure how quickly one becomes bored and in need of mental stimulation. Travellers become bored with their surroundings and crave new sights, sounds, smells, tastes and ways of doing things. This post was inspired by finding a prawn feeler in the bathroom basin. I doubt that I would ever find such a thing in the bathroom at home. Continue reading Why do we travel?
I get a kick out of the stacked stones that people place about the countryside sometimes in the most remote of places. Crowdy Head in NSW certainly isn’t on a remote stretch of coast but the stones give the view … Continue reading Crowdy Head
While waiting for a prescription to be filled at a chemist I suddenly realised that I was snuggling into the customer couch just a little too much. The bane of caravanners is trying to find a decent supportive seat. Camp chairs have come a long way over the years but because they need to be light and portable there is only so much that they can offer in the way of comfort and support. Interior seating has gone through many fads; cafe, club lounge etc. in most cases it is a glorified padded couch on top of a storage cupboard. … Continue reading Caravan Manufacturers Take Note
We were on a mining tour when we learnt that outback soil is red because of the iron content. In future I’ll consider it as mining when I’m trying to get the damned stuff out of our socks. Continue reading Hidden Riches
In Broome, WA most buildings both old and new are constructed of corrugated iron. Wide verandahs are abundant. Like all buildings in this cyclone prone part of the country there is no guttering. Two storey buildings have brightly painted latticework … Continue reading The Architecture of Broome
According to the NSW Maritime Department, 1800 ships have been wrecked off the NSW coast and only 10% have been found. In January 1972 four vehicular ferries were being towed up the east coast to be broken up for scrap … Continue reading The Ferry Wrecks of South West Rocks
It is a tiny fishing / holiday town with not a lot going for it except for its National Park, beach and river. As we check into the caravan park we realise that the manager must be working for ASIO (Australian Security Intelligence Organisation), she asks so many questions about us that I’m sure that she was even noting our eye colour. We plug our 6 digit code into the rusty boom gate and hey at last we’re in. The sites are shaded by pine trees which means there is no grass just a mess of pine needles, fine gravel … Continue reading Get Smart
Innisfail has a multicultural heritage, Aboriginal, English, Italian, Pacific Islanders, Chinese, Indian to name a few. The heritage is reflected in the architecture. The town hall and shire offices are art deco. The Catholic Church looks as though it has been uprooted from the South Pacific and the brightly painted water tower, that dominates the town, looks Indian. Parking in the palm lined streets is nose first but there is a surprise. There is another row of cars parked down the centre of the street, each facing the direction that they intend to go. This has us baffled and neither … Continue reading Multicoloured Innisfail
We tour Berrima in the NSW Southern Highlands and explore the old cemetery. The oldest grave that we can find is 1805. There are stories of tragic deaths and drownings in the young colony. In town we visit the Surveyor … Continue reading Surveyor General Inn
We’re soaking in the artesian bore at Lightning Ridge when I notice a man waving. Is he waving at me or my friend Vee? Neither of us can see all that well, especially when the glasses are in the beach bag but we can see that he has a flowing bushman’s beard at least a foot long. He swims slowly across the pool then stops next to the bloke beside us. We both breathe a sigh of relief. “G’day” he says “when ya want to know the news (around here) ya come to the bores.” Continue reading Should’ve Gone to Specsavers
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