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 hiking, sightseeing and to special events. Of course I have now realised that no one bag can do all those things and I have instead invested in several bags which so far seem to cover all bases. In case anyone is in need of a good camera bag, here is a rundown on the various bags I now use when I am out and about. Continue reading “It’s in the Bag: which camera bag is right for you?”
With the cooler nights that come with autumn, the four day Easter long weekend break is the perfect opportunity to go and spend some time in the outdoors with your family. Here are five campsite locations that are close enough to Sydney that you won’t spend half your time in the car getting there, but far enough away to give you a good break. Continue reading “Five Camping Getaways Close to Sydney”
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 “
I close my eyes and breathe in the thick, sweet air. It sticks to me like syrup and weighs heavily on my skin. A truck blares its horn and as I turn my head to have a look, I step over the open drain and a pungent sour odour creeps it way up my nostrils. Sweet and sour. The comparison comes way too easily. We have been in Singapore a few days now and while the smells and heat remind me that I’m in south east Asia, the distinct lack of chaos is reminiscent of somewhere else entirely. Continue reading “Singapore Sling”
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”
“That will be $16.50”, the cashier smiled at the German family in front of me. Looking on, I tallied up the items that were sitting on the counter; a packet of spaghetti, a pasta sauce and a tin of tomatoes, normally a cheap meal by any one’s standards, but $16.50? Perhaps I had missed something; maybe they had slipped in a block of chocolate, a packet of meat or a bottle of soft drink without me noticing. I couldn’t really be sure. Continue reading “Kings Canyon: Way Out Back”
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”
I was perched down low, my body buffered by the wind when I first saw its black and white body roll in with the waves. It danced in the wash as it reached the sand, before looking around cautiously then chasseing through the seaweed and over the rocks away from me. I sat still with my camera, clicking furiously as it navigated the puddles to complete its evening repertoire. Over by my right shoulder, my husband caught sight of further members of the dance troupe, and shifted silently to get a better angle. Hidden from view, we both sat transfixed as we snapped at their tiny faces, eager to capture the brilliant yellow of their eyes. As the sun dulled in the sky, they waddled towards the bushes, unaware of their audience, the yellow strip around their eye now glowing in the dusk. Continue reading “The Yellow-Eye of the Penguin”
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”