Holy Cannoli
It may be famous for its wines but no visit to Griffith in the New South Wales Riverina is complete without a few sweet and crunchy Cannoli from Bertoldo’s famous bakery in Banna Avenue. Continue reading Holy Cannoli
It may be famous for its wines but no visit to Griffith in the New South Wales Riverina is complete without a few sweet and crunchy Cannoli from Bertoldo’s famous bakery in Banna Avenue. Continue reading Holy Cannoli
The pub’s this way, just follow me Continue reading Follow me
Our caravan club recently toured the Silo Trail in Western Victoria. Because of the distances involved it is wise to base yourself at the caravan park in Warracknabeal like we did or at the well-appointed RV Park in Brim. There is one more silo in this region at Patchewollock which we didn’t visit on this trip due to time constraints. Northern Silo Trail With excitement we share cars and set off on the ‘Northern Silo Trail’. Brim is only a short distance up the road and those who are new to this kind of art are gobsmacked at the proportions. … Continue reading Silo Touring in Victoria
Autumn 2018 This year western New South Wales is in the grip of a record drought. Cobar to Bourke According to our mate El Prado as we drive north up the Kidman Way, we’re on KEG watch, Kangaroos, Emus and … Continue reading On KEG Watch
I sit in the hairdresser’s chair at Emu Park, Qld having a discounted Senior’s trim before our next leg of the trip. It’s a gloriously sunny day outside. A young girl is tidying up the window display of haircare products when she asks “Is it common for a man to ride a horse up the main street?” The hairdresser laughs and replies “Was that a pun?” The young girl looks blank and I’m positively confused. Then the hairdresser explains that the riders name is Col Common and yes, he often rides his horse along the main street and up the … Continue reading A Common Mistake
A visit to the Cairns Botanic Gardens leaves us walking in circles. Tall palms, broad leaf palms, shady walkways and beds of bromeliads. It is indeed a tropical splendour with flitting butterflies as big as my hand. There’s even a … Continue reading Cairns Botanic Gardens
The difficult thing about ageing is keeping up with the strange things that happen to your body. I now have a new problem on hot tropical nights when we have every window and hatch open to catch the sea breezes. You see my arms stick like super glue to my boobs and every time that I roll over whichever arm it is peels painfully away from its corresponding boob half waking me up. By the next morning I’m all bruises and looking like I’ve been in a prize fight. Continue reading Sleeping naked in the tropics
June 2018 After dinner as we sit outside enjoying the warm Cairns evening a curlew marches up to the caravan fixes us with a beady stare and gives us a serious talking to. Now for anyone who has never heard a curlew, well, it sounds like a cross between an unruly two year old child having a tantrum and a woman being murdered. After a minute of glaring at us and high decibel screaming Mr. Curlew moved on to repeat his performance to the poor folks outside the next caravan. Continue reading A Cry in the Night
There are six of us and we have a serious amount of chatting to do. We order pizzas because it is pizza night and meet in the camp kitchen. Sadly for us it is also movie night for the kids so we have a movie soundtrack in our left ears, the Saturday night singer in our right ears and some deaf old nomad behind us has turned the TV up to 11 behind us. How can anyone carry on a conversation in competition with Summer of 69, Madascar and AFL footy at the same time? Continue reading Surround Sound