On the Silos in the Mulga the children of Coonalpyn soarRead More Coonalpyn Silos
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”.
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
Early morning in Ubud. My complimentary breakfast (it always looks up at me, winks suggestively and says something like “Who’s a pretty boy then” or “lookin’ good this morning Tiger”) wasn’t ready just yet. So I stumbled onto the footpath of the Main Street to see what I could see. This is what I saw. […]Read More Ubud 7 am
I was upset when I arrived in Ipoh. Uncle Peter was dying. Kristen was in Adelaide. It was hot and sweaty. My hotel had run out of beer. Everything seemed to be closed. Places that said they were open were closed. It was pissing me off big time. I contemplated leaving straight away. Then it […]Read More Ipoh, Malaysia
We revisited the Indian Museum on Chowringhee, an amazing shrine to Civilisation, and passed these characters on our way down Sudder Street. The Indian Museum is one of the great museums of the world. A cathedral to culture and industry. Vast rooms, one upon another, each the size of ballrooms, pillared, plastered, soaring ceilings, doors […]Read More The Indian Museum
Sadly leaving Phnom Penh today on our way to the now familiar Giant Ibis bus depot, our tuk tuk drove us past these vivacious gals, who once a year put on their glad rags and collect alms for the needy. Those donating obtain blessings and good fortune for themselves and their family (just so all […]Read More Cambodian Festival of the Big-Booby Giants
Visual surrealism in Vietnam: Spooky dolls, Scary mannequins Ken, we’re your mates, and we’ve got to tell you it’s not your fashion sense that puts the chicks off. What is it then ? Ray Lawler’s favourite shop. That’s right Pepe, I’m eloping with my lip waxer, only he understands my needs. Yes […]Read More The Outer Limits