The east coast of Oz has so many gorgeous places to see, yet one of the most well know crowd pleasers is The Big Banana that sits glaring over the road just outside Coffs Harbour.
Now the problem with having the moniker ‘Big’ before your name is that you expect it to be nothing less than, well, big. The big banana didn’t really live up to it’s bigness in my books, but let’s not get Freudian about that or we’ll be here all day.
(more…)Well that’s about it right now. I have to prise myself away from this idyll to take a look up country or I’ll have to take up residency here in Bellingen. Now that’s no bad thing and we are considering it as an option, along with half of the rest of the world too. It’s a nice dichotomy to be in, but for now we are up for a trip to the gold coast and some of those little waterfalls with idyllic little pools we have heard about up country.
(more…)Australia once had a very English/Irish diet. Well that’s what I read in the guide book. Occasionally I am glad of this fine food heritage as I tuck into a good old Aussie pie.
I am also glad of the fact that Australia has moved on. This was lunch today…
I once read this wonderful book by Ted Simon called Jupiter’s Travels about his tour on a Triumph around the globe. But one thing that puzzled me was a big gap in the middle where it seems he was gobbled up by cosy living in the hippy hills of the US Eastern seaboard. Ted hung up his boots and tucked into hippy chicks and corn bread for a good long while.
(more…)It’s raining. We went to the pool for a swim but now it’s raining. I have been working for the last few days on SEO for a few companies which is about as interesting as watching paint dry, so here is a picture of a sexy tractor..
The mountains are a little bit off of the radar around here. You get lovely little towns like Dorrigo, where they have little cafe shops with old motorbikes as showpieces and Glen Miller playing in the background, but head inland and the grass chewing unemployable hillbillies drive around in unregistered cars.
(more…)Apparently it is called New South Wales here because that’s what it looks like. It has rolling hills, little streams for swimming in and European trees that were planted by early settlers. It is wonderful here for those that wanted to get out of the cities here and try the countryside.
(more…)Things can get a bit confusing here. For instance, I sat on a train from Sydney central that went through Newcastle on it’s way to the rural idyll of North Queensland. This train didn’t leave from Paddington as inter city trains don’t leave from Paddington even though these trains are the same trains that leave from Paddington to go to Cardiff. I don’t think there is a Cardiff here although I bet there is. I just don’t think there is.
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