One Hump or Two?

In our wanderings about the countryside ducking and weaving to avoid kangaroos, emus and feral pigs we have often complained that we are yet to see a camel in the wild. We know that they’re out there, thousands of ’em. Descendants of camel trains that worked the outback now roaming freely in the whoop whoop (desert/bush/mulga or scrub whatever you prefer to call our less populated inland). Imagine our surprise to find a herd of very civilised and inquisitive milking camels in the dairying district of Kyabram in Victoria. And if we were surprised imagine how the cows must feel? Continue reading One Hump or Two?

Ky West Hotel

Here’s a small watering hole that most people wouldn’t even notice when passing even though it’s been here since 1896. In bowling green flat land crossed by irrigation channels, acres of corn and dairy cows ‘cos this is known as cow cockie country. Pull up out front, give the door a shove and you’ll be greeted by a friendly bunch of locals and a bloke called Wayne manning the beer taps. Where is it? West of Kyabram in Victoria and a few minutes south of Echuca. Continue reading Ky West Hotel

Poachers Paradise Hotel, Rutherglen

Feb 2016 The mercury hits 42° it is searingly hot and even though the wind is blowing across the lake it feels as though we are having happy hour in front of a hair dryer. We’re in Rutherglen, Vic for a caravan club muster and trying to make the best of it when someone shouts “Why don’t we just go to the pub?” Of course! Why didn’t we think of that? In a flash we’re all up and off across the street to the coolest pub with icy cold beer and huge parmas. Oh heaven. And who says seniors can’t … Continue reading Poachers Paradise Hotel, Rutherglen

Where are you?

July 2017 Sunshine Coast, Qld Back at our camp at Lake MacDonald after a morning tootling about the Noosa river Woody sends a bragging InstaWeather pic to Dee and she replies with the temperature in Noosa. “What? You mean that you’re just down the road?” Yes, they’ve been up ‘here’ since Friday too. We spend a lazy afternoon chatting about life, death and dump points. Continue reading Where are you?