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Seven Months On the Road in Australia

It has been seven months since we started this trip, and even though we’ve covered 12,000km I still feel like we’re just getting started. We have traveled from Newcastle to far north Queensland and back, then hugged the NSW south coast through to Victoria, across to Tassie, and up to Adelaide, which is where we […]

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Crocodile Warnings in the Daintree Rainforest

“So has anyone actually been taken by a croc around here?” In retrospect it was a fairly inappropriate question, but I couldn’t help myself. This was Wonga Beach in Far North Queensland, and we were allegedly in croc territory. “Yep,” the owner of the caravan park said. “Woman was taken just up the road not […]

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Silver fish sculptures

Catsitting in Cairns

Squeak sat on the couch, curled into a ball. When we entered the house she barely lifted her head; I wasn’t sure if it was disinterest or if the physical movement was simply too much for her tiny muscles. Gellar gave off the illusion of being robust, but it was mainly an excess of white […]

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The Wild Cassowaries of Mission Beach

Cassowary Encounters at Mission Beach

Let’s talk about cassowaries for a minute. The endangered southern cassowary lives in Mission Beach, Queensland, about halfway between Townsville and Cairns. And if you’re not careful, they will mess you up. Well, according to the signs they will, and those signs are very convincing. There are no shortage of warnings that tourists should be […]

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Zipping Around Magnetic Island, Queensland

The little red hire car was low to the ground and topless, with tires that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a bicycle. There were no doors, and when I swung into the passenger seat the whole car groaned as if I were an elephant. It was everything I’d hoped it would be. To […]

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The Youthfulness of Airlie Beach

It was the last bar on the strip that made me realize I’d changed since my visit to Airlie Beach 11 years ago. Most of the men (boys?) inside were topless, shirts slung around their necks or missing altogether. The women nearly all wore sleeveless playsuits, but the super-skimpy versions that fluttered just below butt […]

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