A brief escape to Tamborine Mountain
The longer we’re married, the better my wife No’s me.
Picture the scene. We’re sitting on the couch on a cold Toowoomba night, deciding what we’ll do for our wedding anniversary. A weekend away would be nice.
The longer we’re married, the better my wife No’s me.
Picture the scene. We’re sitting on the couch on a cold Toowoomba night, deciding what we’ll do for our wedding anniversary. A weekend away would be nice.
Have you ever told yourself you’ll get fit – soon? Well, as the saying goes, be careful what you wish for!
Travelling or staying with family and friends is always a mix of the good, the bad, and the occasional bizarre. We’re pretty convinced that the good outweighs the bad, but maybe that’s just because we choose good friends. The bizarre? Well, that’s probably just our normal
One of the things I will never fully understand is how differently my darling wife and I can interpret a few simple words, especially if those words refer to clothing.
Some people have rainbows, or fairies, or little men with bad tempers and pointy hats at the bottom of their gardens. We have bees.
“Today,” Jimmy announces, “I’ll take you south to the floating village at Tonle Sap Lake. It’s very popular with tourists, but you’ll also see how the lake people live. Do you have some small American dollars?”
We wake to a steamy, overcast Cambodian morning. I’m excited because, today, we’re off to Angkor, the ‘city in the jungle’.
We feel we’ve somehow stepped into a scene from an old Humphrey Bogart movie – the cheap wooden chairs, overhead fans that do little to dispel the cloying tropical heat, and the three rows of sombre looking guys in military uniforms
There ain’t much travel happening these days, so I’m taking the opportunity to write up my accounts of trips long past – back when I thought a blog was a fallen tree in Transylvania.
That’s amazing”, she says. “I’ve just put our Hervey Bay trip into my calendar and Facebook has sent me an ad for whale watching!” Uh oh, here it comes.