For a long time I was searching for the ultimate camera bag; one that was surreptitious, could carry all my camera gear as well as my purse, glasses and keys and could easily be carried… More
Visiting Malaysia and looking for a taxi to take you to your next bowl of noodles, hotel or tourist site? Not quite sure how much to pay, nervous about language barriers or simply wanting to escape the hassle of hailing a cab? If you have a mobile phone and data connection, then why not try the EzCab App. Continue reading “Review: EzCab App, Malaysia”
Adjusting to travelling with infants can be challenging but it is also extremely rewarding; it not only proves that you still have what it takes to get out and see the world, but it is also great to have your children exposed to new people, places and activities.
Here are a few helpful hints that we discovered on the road with a tot. Continue reading “10 Helpful Hints for Travelling with Infants “
Now that summer is finally here in the southern hemisphere, it’s time to dust off the tent, shake out the camping mat and go explore life in the outdoors.
Here are five interesting southern hemisphere campsites to get you packing your kit. Continue reading “Five Interesting Campsites in the Southern Hemisphere”
She appeared before us, bold, rusty and regal and like humble servants, we gravitated towards her, unable to resist her magnetic pull. Given the vast nothingness that lay before and around her, she did not creep up on us slowly, like the peak of a mountain might as you commence the ascent. Rather, one moment there was nothing but red dirt and grass, then the next, there she stood, unavoidable on the otherwise flat desert scenery.
Uluru. A true chameleon. In the dry she is at her most vibrant, her red coat resplendent in the sun. In the wet and cold she sleeps quietly, surrounded by cloud. Her purple hue is softer, but she is no less formidable; a sleeping dragon, waiting for her hibernation to end.
Whilst her core may stretch over 5 km deep, it felt like her heart lay bare above us and I could almost hear it pulsing as I walked in and around her shadow, desperate to find shelter from the afternoon sun. Despite being August and the middle of winter, my pasty skin was like tinder and already beginning to glow.
We took an anti-clockwise direction around her base, against the flow of traffic but with the sun at her back whilst it was at its warmest. At first the path drew us in to see her curves and surprisingly lush greenery, but when we were almost close enough to touch her weathered scars, we were flung out again where we were to admire her once more from afar.
This was not the first time I had been to The Rock. Last time I saw her she had snow on her head and frost at her feet, a rarity in the dry, warm Australian Red Centre. My visit before had been during a different time. Whilst once it may have been irresistible to follow the well worn track over her back to catch a glimpse of the scenery from above, today the urge to climb her seemed misplaced, wrong. Today it was more than enough to admire her beauty from her base and as the sky began to deepen that evening, her beauty intensified. Someone had switched on a light inside of her. Drivers pulled over their vehicles, walkers stopped to stand still and a thousand cameras chirped like crickets in the night. Her hold was undeniable; her power difficult to ignore. More than just a rock, Uluru has spirit. A real queen of the desert.
“It looks like this is the path”. My husband stopped short and assessed the hill ahead of him. The marked path had petered out and we could just make out a winding dirt trail creep its way up the hill at an angle of about 60 degrees. Stretching out a hand, he helped me make the ascent, my feet struggling to find traction on the loose dirt. His sure footed boots reverberated behind me and helped me keep pace. My pack weighing heavily on my back, my camera posed clumsily around my neck, I was unaware that for the next couple of hours, up would be the only way to go. Continue reading “Spurred on by the High Country: Hiking in Alpine National Park”
It’s March again and so once more we welcome the Moomba festival to the banks of the Yarra River in Melbourne. Celebrated as part of the March Labour Day weekend, the Moomba festival is now in its 60th year, having started in response to Queen Elizabeth II’s first visit to Melbourne in 1954. Moomba, loosely translated as “let’s get together and have fun” is lauded as a ‘festival for the people’. Continue reading “Moomba and the Birdman Rally”
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When Mr Pine painted his house purple, he inspired all of his neighbours to follow suit and so the white houses on Vine Street each took on a colour of their own. Whilst Mr Pine and his Purple House may have been the creation of children’s author Leonard Kessler, there is something very similar to Vine Street right in Melbourne, Victoria Continue reading “In and Around: Melbourne”
The Australian salute. Only ever required on the odd occasion and almost always in the height of summer. A flick of the wrist – left, right, left – elbow held steady, ninety degrees to your face. Living in Australia, its instinctive, you don’t even realise you’re hand is raised and flapping. Sometimes its effective, but often it’s almost better to fly the white flag and head inside in defeat. Heading out on the seal walk in Cape Bridgewater I was in desperate need of one such flag. Perhaps one giant white flag would actually do the trick; take ‘em all on and wipe them out in one fell swoop just when they thought I had accepted defeat. My husband’s back had already lost the battle, his green jacket was now a hive of black. Our baby daughter strapped to his chest had been mummified; swaddled from head to foot lest their army would strike into her oft open mouth. Barely unable to keep pace with the two of them as they pushed through enemy lines, my arm was in overdrive, windscreen wipers for my face, but still they persisted. Cooped inside for days, I was desperate to get outside and do some sightseeing, but I hadn’t accounted for this; Continue reading “Summer Fun at Cape Bridgewater”