We crossed deep seas and traversed mighty rivers, were washed up like brave Ulysses and found ourselves on Sydney’s oh so sacred soil, safe in the heaving bosom of our fellow arbourbridginis we allowed ourselves a little interpretative dance of Joy. Seen below our humble representation of the history of the development of Australian industry, […]Read More Bondi to Bronte
A particularly magical part of the world this country Victoria. A whole generation of cashed up hippie musicians and artists from Melbourne and flotillas of gorgeous and immaculate gay guys from the hospitality sector in Sydney have met half way (so to speak) and created a joyous outburst of fine dining and sweet living. God […]Read More Benders to Beeches
Our beloved sister Colleen and her lovely husband Graeme live in a little oasis, Pompoota, out Mannum way. “Where” ? We hear you cry. “ Mannum,” we reply, and when you continue to stare blankly we helpfully add, “You know, out Murray Bridge way.” “Ahhh”, you respond, and settle back comfortably in your chair, confident […]Read More Pompoota
Adelaide, dear readers, the Queen of the South, the Athens of the Antipodes, the Paradise of Dissent. It was here that my ancestors toiled, span and weaved, punched and ducked, danced and drank, plowed and plunked, they squeezed accordions and strummed guitars, broke horses and ran bars, sat in Parliament and stood at sit-ins. Adelaide […]Read More Adelaide…The “Rad”.
Its mind bending, life changing, immense, immeasurable and amazingly impressive. One small suggestion though, hire a car and give it several days. 2 nights on a Greyhound Bus is not only bum breaking and soul destroying and neither is it the quickest route to matrimonial happiness, as the last photo on this post shows, in […]Read More Outback Scenes
It’s 3 am in Tennant Creek, there are very pleasant feral guys talking about dogs and goats and bows and arrows. It’s like a dream being back in Oz, mostly a very pleasant one. But as every Australian knows the Northern Territory is like the past as observed by LP Hartley, they do things differently […]Read More Up the Guts on a Greyhound
Hopeful 90,000 ? Reasonable 70,000 ? How About 50,000 ? Another sale lost as two tourists mysteriously decide not to invest in wooden interlocked dangling monkeys. Meanwhile, poochies in pokie ? Hounds in the hoosegow ? Dogs in detention ? Puppies in prison ? Dingos in vile durance ? Coyotes in the […]Read More Ubud the Passing Parade and Pets in Pokie
Certainly I was overexcited. There’s no point denying it. After a month of being a shipwreck on the shore of the sea of life, only staying afloat due to very occasional uplifting encounters with mermen and mermaids like Mirek and Ksenija. (They have a truly excellent beautifully written and put together blog by the way, […]Read More Ubud…the Dancing Quince.
Kuta, Perth’s northernmost suburb, has been a happy playground for Aussies this last half century gone. It started to go off full tilt about the time the Americans landed on the Moon. Now the Jews have crashed onto the Moon and the Chinese are up to something inscrutable on the dark side and still the […]Read More Kuta…the Curate’s Egg
Man, there is a forest FULL of #*@$%*! monkeys here…and people actually go to look at ‘em ? Not me though, I’ve read “Me Cheetah” an epic tell-all roller coaster ride of an autobiography which lays bare the dark and hairy soul of these our simian cousins. Besides, there was more than enough wildlife to […]Read More Monkey Forest Road