I love them so much I have to go and look at them every time the sun emerges from the clouds. When it doesn’t come out, my mood is immediately…well, less sunny.
Mevrouw T and I decided to do the right thing by the planet. It’s cost us a certain sum of money; that was expected. What I wasn’t prepared for was the tax on my time.
Monitoring the performance of our shiny new solar panels is taking over my life. Here’s why… Continue reading
If every day could be like this, I’d almost be content to stay for the term of my natural life.
Many of the first white residents could wait to get off Maria Island.
Convicts transported here in 1825 built Aboriginal-style canoes, begged or bribed whaling ships to give them a ride or tried their luck on the swim across the strait to mainland Tasmania, a few kilometres away. To see the island now, you wonder where they’d rather have been. Continue reading
Gentleman, start your engine. The road at Scottsdale is downhill…for the first few hundred metres anyway.
I’m the guinea-pig, apparently. I’m certainly not the first to ride a bike along Tasmania’s East Coast, but I am the pioneer on Tasmanian Expeditions’ self-guided version of the adventure.
All up it will be six days in the saddle, with a little time off to rest the rear end by doing some hiking in the national parks.
Tasmania is not yet well-developed as a cycling destination. That day may be coming, eventually. That the island has more than its fair share of spectacular scenery is a given. Continue reading
This is supposed to be me next week – something to look forward to!
I’ve been quiet on the blog for a while, sitting at home in suburban Sydney, but as of tomorrow I’ll be on the road again, cycling lovely Tasmania from Scottsdale to Maria Island.
There doesn’t appear to be a lot of WIFI along the route, but stay tuned – I’ll post about it all as soon as I can.
I’m the guest of Tasmanian Expeditions. Thanks!
James Lee as Edward Scooperhands, the ice-cream dispensing robot.
Apologies for my absence from cyberspace during the past weeks. I’ve been busy with matters theatrical.
The epic national tour of The 26-Storey Treehouse ends today, in Wagga Wagga*.
I want to use this post to pay tribute to the fabulous work of the cast and crew. Continue reading
We often feel much like the monk in the above, rightly-famous Norwegian comedy sketch, summoning the mediaeval help desk. (If you haven’t watched it before, do so now.)
The source of all IT wisdom in the family is our son, but he’s inconveniently living in LA at the moment.
So it’s wonderful that, having not long ago acquired a Smart TV that’s far smarter than we are, we’ve discovered Student Aan Huis (‘Student at Home’) Continue reading
Click on this photo and look carefully, and you may be able to see the mules coming to our rescue.
The little log and stick bridge is supported by sandbags at each end. It has sagged onto the surface of the muddy river, its waters swollen by melting snow from the surrounding peaks. It has no handrail.
Local children skip over its 15-metre span. Village women stoically struggle across, carrying absurdly large bundles of animal fodder on their backs.
Nobody seems to have any trouble. Until it’s our turn – six Dutch hiking friends, one Australian and our Berber guide Khalid, two hours into our five-day trek through the foothills of Morocco’s High Atlas range. Continue reading