I Think We’ll Go to Barrington Tops
We traverse a lovely rural valley, climb another steep, winding mountain road, then bump and bounce along when, as promised, the bitumen surface gives way to rough gravel.
We traverse a lovely rural valley, climb another steep, winding mountain road, then bump and bounce along when, as promised, the bitumen surface gives way to rough gravel.
For those of you who haven’t been there, Haden is about thirty miles north-west of Toowoomba. It was described in a 1914 article in the Darling Downs Gazette as “one of the most beautiful spots on the Darling Downs” – which is true. The Gazette also claimed that “one day it will become famous as a tourist and health resort” – which, unfortunately, was only a dream.
As we glide serenely through calm seas off the Australian coast, my mind tends to wander to some of life’s big questions like “Why do people jump in the air when they get their picture taken?”
I’ve never understood the difference between group travel and travelling with a group – until now.
Since the itinerary is basically two days at sea and one day anchored off Airlie Beach, I had envisioned lounging in a deck chair, sustained by a healthy diet of hamburgers and ice-creams when I was too lazy to drag myself back to the buffet.
I only have two jobs when we travel – well, I reckon one out of two really isn’t that bad
A wise man once said, “you only travel as far as you wish to go.” His wife said, “unless I decide otherwise.”
Way back in the silent movie days, theatre crowds roared with laughter at the antics of the Keystone Cops, a group of wildly incompetent policeman whose signature move was to run crazily back and forth, never catching the rather likeable bad guys. Today was a bit like that.
“You’re going where?!!” We look at the shocked, sceptical looks on our friends’ faces
To quote the old Irma Thomas song, you don’t miss a good thing until it’s gone.