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
A hagglius is never happier than when getting 47 cents off the price of a bamboo flute. And never more miserable than when forced to pay $3.28 for a tuktuk ride he tried to get for under $2.
Identifying call: ‘They expect you to bargain. It’s part of their culture.’
* During 2015, illustrator Simon Letch and I have been contributing a weekly cartoon to the Traveller section of the Sydney Morning Herald and Melbourne Age, introducing some of the curious species we meet on the road. Time to release some of them into the wilds of cyberspace…
If they say they’re Irish, they’re Irish. Don’t argue with the sousaphone player!
My path along Auckland’s Queen St was blocked today by a lot of people wearing green.
Not all of them looked Irish, but I gave them the benefit of the doubt. The craic was foin! Continue reading
Cutting edge; Central Park has replaced the old Carlton & United brewery with eco-design shops and apartments.
An accident of logistics* sees me staying in an Air BnB apartment in the historic inner city Sydney suburb, Chippendale. (Sorry if you hit this blog post while googling ‘furniture’ or ‘hunky male strippers’.)
Finding a little time for blogging after an enforced break, I researched ‘Chippendale, NSW’, on the web. Apparently it’s famous for its murders. Continue reading
Well, maybe only in Scotland would this be a cool numberplate.
Wifi is slow and limited, but worked just well enough to get this posted.
This morning Mevrouw T and I board the train in Glasgow’s Queen Street Station to head north to Oban, then it’s onto a boat for a wildlife cruise around the Isle of Mull. Stay tuned…