Aug 2013 We’ve been on the road for 29 days this trip and tonight we have good television reception as Woody has just realized that all along he has been pointing the aerial in the opposite direction. Hallelujah! Continue reading TV Reception
The Farmers’ Arms Hotel in Cabarlah, near Toowoomba is Queensland’s oldest surviving hotel having been licensed in 1863. And upon looking once more at this photo I wish that we’d visited on a Thursday as I’m rather partial to Rissoles … Continue reading Pub Trivia
July 2016 We arrive back at camp to find that an unusual family have moved in next door. Somewhat pedantic, the father takes two hours to peg down two small nylon tents. The mother does everything else. I think we’re in for some entertainment here. Now let me explain these neighbours….the father speaks in a booming voice with over pronunciation, like a Shakespearian actor without a microphone. Number one son who is about 8 years old speaks the same. Number two son is about 6 years old and is considered inferior by #1. Mother rarely speaks except when #1 bellows … Continue reading Neighbours
Why do we travel? Well I would’ve thought it was to experience other cultures and lives that are different from our own. Today I was doing some research, which is Grey Nomad speak for trawling WikiCamps for great spots to … Continue reading Oh How I’d Love to Give a Piece of My Mind
We’re scooting across the Hay Plains, when the phone rings, it is the sergeant from Dareton Police Station ringing to tell us that the fellow who let loose with gunshots in the caravan park at Buronga last year has been in custody ever since and has now been given a two and a half year sentence. Apparently his exploits were known to the police. Here’s a link to the original story: You Should Try Caravanning… and the resulting poem There’s Movement at the Van Park . Well isn’t everyone prompted to write poetry when someone is running amok with a gun? Continue reading Poetic Justice
The sunrise was magnificent and people were standing in the water watching it. I can’t understand why they do this as it wasn’t all that long ago that a woman was taken by a croc at Daintree. The park owners have been insistent that we don’t paddle or swim in the sea or venture near the creeks on either end of the beach. Continue reading Tempting Fate
Just off the Bruce highway and south of Cardwell in Queensland there is a swimming hole called Five Mile Creek. A pretty picnic spot it has an invitingly deep crystal clear pool. There are fresh water turtles and fish in abundance. Continue reading Five Mile Creek
Making the effort to pack up and go. Breaking the ties of the mundane, the habits, the chores. The day to day takes a hold of your mind and won’t let it go. Yet when you do finally hit the road you always say “Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Then, before you know it you are putting off going home “Oh, do we have to?” Continue reading Leaving Home is the Hardest Part
Cooking for a friend who eats seafood but not meat reminded me of this fish van on the Capricorn Coast. Continue reading Pescatarian Perfection
There is a charming young English biker fellow camped in a tent beside us in Bourke. His name is Andy and his motor bike has broken down. If that isn’t bad enough it is only the first day of his three week outback trip. To add to this he has only just joined NRMA and the rules state that he can’t ring for Roadside Assistance until Monday. He must be a member for 48 hours before requesting assistance. He’s hoping for a 160km lift down to Cobar as that is the nearest motorcycle repairer. Probably scariest of all is his … Continue reading The Biker
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