Tag: Humour

Caravanning Hints11 Comments

Sleeping naked in the tropics

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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

Qld, Wildlife10 Comments

A Cry in the Night

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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

Overheard, Qld5 Comments

Surround Sound

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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

Caravanning Hints6 Comments

The Etiquette of Caravanning

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A friend of ours may laugh at this because she calls us ‘trailer trash’ but there are rules and niceties to be observed if we’re all going to live harmoniously on the road. Say g’day. If someone walks past acknowledge them. Say “g’day, nice day, how are you, good morning”, anything to break the ice. You never know you may become great mates or need to help each other one day. Respect each other’s space. Campsites aren’t as big as backyards so don’t encroach on your neighbour. Our friends recently paid top dollar for their favourite beachfront site only to … Continue reading The Etiquette of Caravanning

Dunnies of Oz, Qld6 Comments

A Bomb Proof Dunny

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As there is only one small store in Bramston Beach where we are staying we drive into Babinda for newspapers (yes, Woody is an old fashioned kind of guy). Babinda is a typical Queensland town with mainly wooden Queenslander houses, a large wooden pub and a colourful cafe bursting to the seams with people having Sunday breakfast. The breakfast looks good. There is a rather solid concrete toilet block in the park. The sign says that it was originally built as an air raid shelter in 1942. I guess if it can withstand a bomb it can handle a good … Continue reading A Bomb Proof Dunny