If ever the question arises of why Tasmania is so wild, untouched, green, clean and stunning a good response would be that over 40% of this little island state is national park or reserve. 20% of it is World Heritage Listed by UNESCO, which doesn’t come easily. In 1982, the Western Tasmanian Wilderness National Parks... Continue Reading →
We’ve been playing the Qantas points game pretty hard for the last two years, buying the items needed to clock as many points as we can for the holiday in our future. We’ve played hard enough that our stay at Peppers in Cradle Mountain is completely on points, along with some others during the trip,... Continue Reading →
Back on the road again after a less then brief COVID induced hiatus. Travelling a little differently this time, not on the solo path trying to talk to strangers in boats and bars, dining alone and not giving a damn when I order the whole carafe of homemade vino or the whole dang lobster, I... Continue Reading →
Italy is full of food festivals. It’s awful. Through every season of the year they celebrate with chocolate, cheese, chestnuts and wine that flows from fountains (no joke, I don’t joke about wine flowing from fountains). So when I arrived I searched for what festivals I’d be bumping into on my travels. This is what... Continue Reading →
I’m a summer person, I love the heat, I love Australia in the summer. I’ve never really understood why people could be so passionate about autumn or fall. Everything starts to go quiet, no more swimming or daylight savings. Pumpkin-spiced lattes and misty cold mornings, not for me. But I get it now. The colours,... Continue Reading →
Hi, my name is Ang and I have a prosciutto problem. I’ll be the first to admit it. If I buy fresh sliced prosciutto from the deli, maybe 5-6 slices, hand carved, pulled down from the rows of ageing salami’s and drying hunks of pork, I eat it in one sitting. I can’t stop. I... Continue Reading →
It’s been a loooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg time in the making, but I’m finally in Italy. When I was in year two at school, eight years old, we had a teacher who loved to play guitar and sing, so to help us remember the things we were being taught we would write songs. I think he secretly wanted... Continue Reading →
Seville, on the river Guadalquivir, was once the main port for ships travelling to and from Spanish America (The New World). To control customs and stop pirates who often plagued the seas around the southern Spanish coast, the ships would sail up the river to Seville. It wasn’t until the invention of canons and guns... Continue Reading →
Sunny days, occasional heavy rain, storms that only last 10 minutes, magical sunsets, cooling sea breezes in the afternoon. The weather in Thailand has been outstanding, and my hair has almost got used the humidity, almost. The only day it rained quite heavily for an extended period was when I'd booked my one and only... Continue Reading →
One has been watching The Crown about the British Royal Family and one does feel the need after watching to refer to oneself as, oneself. It just seems like the sort of thing one should do while pouring oneself another gin and talking to one’s dog Trevor about ones plans for the evening. Except... Continue Reading →
Nudging Wisdom 