Victoria August

Hugo is away again.. Working in the snow! Poor bloke! 

I leave the sunshine of the Emerald City to make my way south to meet H in Melbourne. 

Overnighter in a gorgeously refurbished Hotel Provincial in Ballarat, before heading to Halls Gap for lunch. 

Off to Stawell to surprise a birthday boy for his 21st! Great night! Warm by the fire and a beer or two to celebrate. 

Sunday saw us off to Warnambool and onwards down the Great Ocean Rd to Melbourne. 

We went through 4 seasons, from Gail to sunshine, rain n wind.. It was a great adventure. 

Overnighted in Geeling before an early morning flight back to the warm country. 😄

Airlie Beach July

Hugo has been away from Qld all year so when the job ended it was high time for some sun, sand n salt water. 

Off to Airlie on a road trip..

 

Three days of beautiful food, sunny days and a great view. 

Now to decide whether or not I'm going to move there.... Oh the temptation.. 

Hugo's birthday July Brisbane

What a great weekend! 

All ten kids together for the first time, plenty of laughs and much mischief to be had. 

Started off at Newstead Brewing Company before heading into the Valley for some late night ciders n laughs. 

Some very sore heads the next day but plenty of fun to celebrate the Big 50! 

Happy birthday!!! 

Brisbane Birthdays

Off to Brisbane this week to celebrate a number of worthy occasions.

Hugo is home for the week, always worthy of celebrating and a couple of family birthday's.

Hugo and I headed to the City on Tuesday, seeing the accountant and then heading to the Absinthe Circus Show. It had some great acts, but we left there a bit disappointed and so stopped by the Grand Central for a nightcap. One drink turned into 10 and before we knew it, we had missed the last train home and we headed back down the ramp to catch a cab.

Cate turns 18 and the family has chosen to head to the big smoke to celebrate in style. Eat Street Markets, complete with Mulled Wine and Curry on Friday night, before airport collections began

Saturday saw the sun rise on a Beautiful winters day in Qld, off to the Farmers Market in Carseldine, before heading to UQ to watch CD play AFL.

Sometimes a tough and hard hitting match, and at others it looked like a Under 8's Soccer Game, such as the girls were huddled around the ball, leaving so much of the field a wide open paddock.

From there it was off to Chermside to catch up with the others, have lunch and head back to the City Castle to regroup.

Saturday Night saw us heading to the Boundary Street Markets for dinner, drinks and music, before the oldies headed home and the youngies headed to the Valley via the Casino.

Uneventful trip home to the Castle on the train, and barely awoken by the kids getting home safely at 2.30am.

Sunday saw the kids backing up their efforts at Eat Street for lunch, Hugo and I adopting a much more sedate approach and lunching at home before making dinner for some of Hugo's family who visited for dinner and a cake to celebrate CD's and AB's birthdays.. As neither of those two arrived for dinner, Cate did the honours of cutting the cake and little Miss Almost 2 was transfixed.

Passing the plate back to her Mum and saying Get More, was a fair indication that the cake was a hit.

All in all, a great week, and after putting Hugo back on the plane bound for NSW this morning, I headed home to prepare for the end of the financial year onslaught of book work.

Adelaide - and Ice Hockey

A quick over nighter to Adelaide - as one does when craving for the company of a kindred spirit.

Flying in to meet at the airport, a quick hello to the boys from WFS and off to the city to check into the Hotel.

There's excitement in the air today, its a cold and wet Adelaide Winters Day and the fans from both local AFL teams are swarming around the pubs n clubs close to the Adelaide Oval.

Given the weather, I am glad that I have chosen to surprise Hugo with some tickets to the Ice Hockey instead of the footy tonight.

Off to the rink early, and found the most incredible and bizarre shop right next door. It had 12 foot tall Indian Statues, Elephants, and Statues of the Blues Brothers and Elvis, nestled right beside replica claw foot baths and neon signs.

It was really cool and a great place to while away 30 minutes out of the weather.

Ice Hockey Arena opened and in we went, amongst the fans from the Sydney Ice Dogs and the local Adelaide Adrenaline - we knew instantly that, although dressed in our best winter clothes, Qld designers just don't think about Southern winters, let alone ice hockey when they create the northern winter collection.

The arena was packed 20 minutes before the game even started, the music was loud, the fans louder.. and then it started. Within 2 minutes of the puck being dropped I had my hands over my eyes, peeking through at the fighting and wrestling taking place on the centre line. Uh Oh, I hate fighting in sport, what was I thinking, how the heck am I going to endure another 45 minutes of this..

For some weird reason Ice Hockey plays 3 3rds, two of 15 minutes and one of 20 minutes. Now, I am a maths nerd and borderline OCD, so you can imagine how I coped when the game took almost 2 hours to complete? How does that happen?

In the end though, I was cheering and clapping, singing and shouting just like the rest of the fans, I think I could easily become addicted to Ice Hockey if it played anywhere within cooee of us.

Almost sad to see the end of the game, we caught the local tram and headed to the Union hotel for dinner and drinks - as the cold wet weather set in, it was a warm respite from the cold, and we awoke the next morning a little less enthusiastic about the day than we were the day before.

Off to Sydney on a lunch time flight, a quick coffee before parting ways and heading different directions yet again..

Sydney - It's Vivid!

I've  been lucky enough to be invited to Sydney to work the week of Vivid. Sydney's a beautiful city any time of the year but to be amongst the lights of Vivid this year is pretty spectacular. There's an air of excitement and anticipation in the air.

Hotel QT in Market Street was superb. It's the place to be, whether for coffee in Parlour Lane, Cocktails in the Bar or a sumptuous dinner in the restaurant. The rooms are well appointed, far flung from the same same approach of the large Chain Hotels. The rooms display an individuality and flair, and from the stage costumes on the ground floor, to the eclectic wall display of suitcases and clocks, this hotel exudes confidence. Staff were for the most, friendly, and although all obvious backpackers, aside from the odd language barrier, were attentive and helpful.

Our vivid experience started on a wet, windy and very cold Friday evening with a cruise through the harbour to celebrate the official Lights On! Moment. Under the iconic Harbour Bridge, past the gaping mouth of Luna Park and into the laser light show on the Opera House and buildings surrounding Circular Quay and Darling Harbour.

Whilst we were shown a bright array of colour and laser light, the display paled in comparision with Brisbane's King George Square and Town Hall Christmas Light Show of 2014, and I was left a little underwhelmed. Perhaps the wet weather was a contributing factor, and after a hasty retreat into a nearby Italian Resturant, to shelter from another downpour, we decided over dinner and a wine to try again tomorrow evening. 

Saturday morning found us wandering the back lanes and alleyways of The Rocks. The cobblestones, the wooden block section of George Street, the bakeries and fresh food stalls of the early Rocks Market, all make this area my favourite place in Sydney. The promise of freshly baked Butter Crossaints lured us into a French Bakery for breakfast as Hugo once again became the object of a photo opportunity.

The Rocks Museum houses some amazing artefacts discovered over the years through archeological diggings in the area. How does a 2000 year old Egyptian relic end up in an area of Sydney only inhabited by the Europeans for the past 200 years? If you ever find yourself in Sydney with an hour or two to kill, make your way to the Museum, it's free and a very interesting place to wander. 

Spoilt for choice in coffee, food, souvenirs and market stalls, The Rocks is a bustling area on a weekend, go early to avoid the crowds but make the time for a pot of Irish Tea n Scones, reported to be the best in Sydney. 

Sitting in the sun, listening to so many different dialects, accents from tourists from around the world, I give thanks that this life is so easily accessible to us as Australians. We have enough food, enough warmth, enough opportunity in this country for all to share. It is the lucky country, still. 

Making our way through the city, watching buskers and fire twirlers reflected in the dark waters of the Bay, we settle in to spend the evening at the Opera Bar, anxiously awaiting the nights light show on the Opera House. Luckily we arrived early enough to secure a fantastic view of both the Bridge and the Opera House, and although we were still convinced Brisbane does it better, it was a pretty cool way to spend an evening.

Thanks Sydney, it's been a fun, albeit a mild Vivid experience. 

Sydney, beautiful Sydney

May 2015... Brisbane to Sydney

Flight to Syndey went very quickly as a great meeting of the minds, with the man in 9A proved to be one of my all time fave people to travel with. Jeremy Coldhands, from Flycookie Fame. What a great man, world traveller, sky diver, risk taker, legend. It was a flight that went oh so quickly due to an endless banter of philosophy, laughter and deep insights of the workings of the human mind. Is it possible that the best way to make someone want to lose weight is for their partner to have an affair? Loved his insight, loved his humour, loved his views on life. 

We covered it all. From life changing falls, to donuts, to the meaning of life and alcohol abstinence. Yep, we talked the whole flight. Best flight partner I've ever had and the Fastest 1.5 hour flight I've ever taken. He's one of those blokes at you would add to the list of 5 people living or dead that I'd invite for dinner. Hopefully Jeremy, we cross paths again, maybe when you're a great author. That said, I'm coming to your book launch for sure.

QT Hotel... OMG, I'm speechless. It has wowed me and so far I've only made it to the ground floor and reception.

It's to be my home away from home for the next few days.. And I am impressed!! 

I booked online, then rolled into reception a little earlier than expected due to fog delaying Hugo's arrival. Eventually I gave up waiting for him at the airport and headed into town to check in.

Gorgeous girl met me at the car, another at reception  and offered to hold my bags whilst I caught up with a dear friend for lunch at Darling Harbour

30 years just slipped away as we laughed and chatted over lunch. It's funny where the world takes us, and somehow the bullied, end up being the most resilient, and the most successful. She exudes confidence, Looks fantastic and has an incredibly wonderful Bondi Life.. Take note high school bullies, one day the bullied may end up being your boss. 

It's prob the first time I've have ever had the time, or the inclination, to mentally examine my high school years. I knew there was a pecking order just as I knew my place within that order. I know I wasn't one of the cool kids, and now that I am 50, I realise I am actually thankful for that. It allowed me the freedom to be who I was, rather than who I should be. And for that I'm pretty grateful. I knew I was funny, I knew I wasn't hip n  happening, but I also knew I wasn't one of the picked on, the bullied. Looking back I enjoyed a kind of anonymity that allowed me to grow as a person without too much drama. And after today's conversation, I'm bloody glad of that. 

I was born in a small town, I grew up and went to the public school and high school in the same town. My grandad was the Shire President. I kinda grew up knowing I had a place in society. A niche. Looking back now, I realise what a fantastic opportunity I was given. I grew up and into a community that knew me, that respected me, and that also expected great things for Me, as a person.  That became the basis of my life's values, and my thinking I was put on earth for a purpose. Hopefully I've instilled that into my children.  And whilst my Grandfather had a huge community spirit, my grandmother was an artist, who travelled round the world. She was tough, and commanded a respect from people without uttering a word. She had, what we now call Executive Presence. She was scary and she meant business. I'm a bit chuffed that some of that has rubbed off on me!

So here I sit, once again at the Sydney Airport, for the second time today but the difference is that I now feel energised, excited at the possibility of meeting up with my old friend again on Saturday, of old lives evolving into new, perhaps of two glasses of wine mellowing me out to a point where the world seems a much less abrasive place to inhabit, and again I find myself counting my blessings.  

Wherever you find yourself today, I hope it's been a great place to hang. 

My name is Jaki Mac and it's been 27 days since I ......

Yep, I have a confession to make. I'm a flight junkie. 

It's been 27 days since my last flight and I am suffering the ill effects of being in one place too long. I'm edgy, snappy and finding myself becoming increasingly addicted to Trip Advisor.  I check SkyScanner to see where the jet flying over my clothesline is headed. I loiter listlessly outside Hello World. 

I've written apology letters to Qantas, as I've noticed the Check In man, has had to take on a second job of delivering parcels around town.  The baggage security ladies have stopped me in the street to tell me they have been laid off due to decreased traveller numbers. I look away nervously, and offer my condolences before skittering away quickly to avoid any further embarrassment. I feel ashamed that my lack of effort has had such an effect on the wider community.

I have endured 27 long days without a QF club coffee, without the thrill of smuggling out a slice of Big Sister Fruitcake to enjoy on the plane. My thighs are grateful for that, but my heart yearned for the adventure and excitement. 

Today, I caved. 

Just like every recovering addict, I was tempted by the possibility of being able to withstand just one more. Instead of a just a small sip of a full bodied red to warm my soul, or a quick inhale of secondary smoke, I opened the Qantas specials email, after all it was sent directly to me, it would be rude not to at least read the email.

The bright red promise of adventure and excitement flashed onto my screen. Within seconds I had lost all resistance, all endeavours to withstand the temptation were lost at the words QT Sydney Hotel.

So, here I stand before you, once again with my best friend Suitcase, and discussing options of warm clothing for a week in Old Sydney Town.

My name is Jaki MacDonald, and it is 6 sleeps till my next flight. 

It's my suitcase's fault... I'm sure.

Years ago I was borderline OCD. 

The house never ever had a thing out of place. I fed the babies in the bath so they wouldn't make a mess. Yep, I was one of 'those' people. 

Now, my suitcase lays half packed with the basics, ever ready to go at a moments notice. My clothes live in piles, there are bagged work shirts at the end of my bed ready to be flown to their destination for distribution.  My OCD is being cured, one short notice flight at a time. 

My daily internal dialogue to my suitcase makes for interesting conversation. Seriously, suitcase, If I give you my fave bra today, will you promise not to gobble it up and render it unlocatable if I need it before Saturday? 

Conversations go like this all the time, well in my head anyway. Maybe Suitcase and I need to be better friends.

Maybe I need to learn that I do not need to over feed him to bursting point, then get angry when he lets his zipper out a little. Maybe I need to remember that he gets motion sickness being thrown about on the carousel and would prefer to spend the flight nestled into the overhead locker. I need to show more compassion toward him and the great job he does. 

Each journey I try to pack less, trying to allow him to feel the joy of being a little under full, rather than the discomfort of being stuffed to the limit. We all know that feeling....I try not to stuff in the whole contents of my wardrobe, just in case. I should try harder. For Suitcase's sake, poor fellow. 

Maybe I don't really need my black stilleto's on the off chance that Hugo will take me for dinner, if I'm headed to Sydney for a week, does it really matter that I wear the same pants a couple of times? Who do I think would even notice? 

My next journey, I will do better. I will treat Suitcase with the respect he deserves. I won't drag him along on his one good leg, as he favours the one that broke last journey. I won't make him go in the cold, dark under hold with all the other luggage. 

I will honour him and treat him well. He and I have been through a lot together and he tries his best, he really does. I have put him into some difficult situations before, and now I'm sorry. 

I will do better. Suitcase, I promise you, I will. 

Or, Maybe I just need to realise that my suitcase is an inanimate object and I'm actually nuts. And my rooms a bloody mess. 

Just in case my family ever read this

This blog was set up in the vain hope one day my family might read this.. 

Long after I'm gone, my grand children might stumble across the ancient medium of the internet, which was once a really big deal, and read some of the words I have written about my travels.

It would be my hope that they know how much I loved them. How much their laughter brought joy to my ears and how much love their smiles brought to my heart.

I would want them to know that I thought of them, every day of each of my journeys in the world. Every day, I would gaze at new scenery that I wished I could share with them. I yearned to take a photo so real that the love in that very moment could be conveyed to them when I returned. Every moment of my life in the world I wished they could share these moments with me. 

It is my life long wish that I get to take an overseas trip with each and everyone of the kids, alone, just the two of us. To show them that adventure awaits just around the corner. To show them that the real world is so easily within reach. To show them that each and every culture has something to teach us. To show them my wish for them to see the world and all it's beauty. 

To show them I love them. 

And that I will walk every step of their lives with them. Forever. 

A day in the country

Hugo is home from work for the week and decides to head out for a picnic.

Beautiful sunny day, crisp morning, so we set out, coffee in hand towards Springsure. Dodging Victorian plated caravans wobbling across all lanes of the road, we finally pass their designated stop at Virgin Rock and continue to head into town. 

Turning west onto the Tambo Road, we now find ourselves in un-chartered country, just the way Hugo likes it. One would think he would get his fill of wide open spaces whilst at work in Western NSW, but apparently not.

We pass herds of cattle, well fed and healthy, looking up at us as though we are merely an inconvenience to their planned day of eating. Onward onto dirt road, punctuated by sandy crossings and huge rocky sections that sneak up when least expected.

We pull up to check out the old wagon crossings, and find it difficult to imagine life in the 1800's, men and horse cutting their way through the virgin ironbark to create a wagon track west to the Barcoo. It's tough country, harsh and hot, and I can only imagine the hardships these men would have endured way back then.

Passing through many varying vistas, ironbark forests, to wide open spaces, to fern gullies and low lying salt pans. Every 5 kilometres the countryside changes, each incredibly beautiful in its original state. 

We're now in the country, the real country Qld, marked by the two finger lift from the steering wheel of passing vehicles, or a nod of the Akubra from the man on horseback. It's almost pristine, aside from the Coke can we see thrown from the window of a passing truck.

Watching, as it bounces frantically along the potholed track, I feel sad, annoyed that this one shiny tube of aluminium has sullied the whole land before me. The presence of this bright red can on the dusty dirt track is out of place, and part of me feels let down, as if global marketing is present even in places most unexpected. I feel the gentleness of the land, the skill in which the station hands tend the soil and raise their cattle, is being undermined by the global companies looking to make their corporate mark in all corners of the globe. The trees are covered with Anti-Mining signs, a token of the fight against more destruction of this land by the global companies looking to make a buck, without a thought for the longevity of nature, as we know it.

Finally, we make it to the fork in the road, a monument to Major Mitchell and his party who roamed this land looking for an inland route from Sydney to Darwin. The ground is littered with tissues and the remnants of recent campfires, making me wonder if this campground must be listed in the Free Camp Qld Guide, the bible to all newbie Caravanners, as I am sure the local stockmen wouldn't leave their toilet waste laying about as such. 

It's another 55 kilometres till we reach Salvatore Rosa, a beautiful sandstone section of the Canarvon National Park. We cut through private property, with incredible coloured cliffs and sandy gullies. The drive is superb, minimal traffic, healthy cattle along the roadsides and not a cloud in the sky.

As we pass along the banks of the Nogoa River, we cut through the dry salt lake and onto the camp grounds. There is toilet facilities and the camping area is well kept, primitive but clean and tidy. 

We take the water crossing through the Nogoa, the water is cool and clear, having its origins just a few kilometres upstream from here.  Passing by Spyglass Peak, we decide to have a walk around and see if we can climb this huge monolith. Rising up out of the sand like a concrete coloured Uluru, it's a mind blowing experience. One minute the track is sand, the next it is blocked by a huge hill rising up from nothing. I would love to be here at dusk or dawn, the photos would be incredible.

Further on down the track, we stop for our picnic lunch at the start of the Nogoa. Louisa Creek and Belinda Springs. The water passes through underground springs and peat moss till it finally pops out near Louisa Creek and becomes the Nogoa. It's so quiet, relaxing, a perfect spot for a break and a walk along the creek. The only sounds are from the birds and the bright orange dragonflies that are buzzing about the wild flowers along side the table.

Quietly reflecting on what a wonderfully lucky life I lead now, and thanking my lucky stars I am well enough to enjoy bush walking, rock climbing, I finish lunch and find a set of steep steps leading to the rivers edge. The water is as clear and as clean as the water from my kitchen tap. I can see the bottom of the river and as Hugo leans downs to check the temperature of the water, I briefly contemplate a swim. The water is freezing, having just come up from underground, through the ferns and peat moss, the sun has yet had the opportunity to warm the water. 

We drive on past the large expanse of Major Mitchell Springs, an enormous water course of bird life and plants. It was near here that Major Mitchell and his party created yards, three sides being of rocky hillside and the other fenced near the water. You can still see remainders of the old fences and wire in this area, as well as marks carved into the rocks.

This is a beautiful area to experience nature. The many changes faces of the farm land, to the pristine fern gully of Belinda Springs. We climbed and walked over 15 kilometres today, and enjoyed very moment of it. 

Turning for home, we decided to take the long road home via Tambo, for no other reason than we'd never been there, it's a long bumpy unsealed ride, and we reach there at 6pm. We bought an ice cream whilst we refueled and watched the kangaroos come in to graze on the banks of the town water supply on dusk. A female truck driver is down on the grass beside the local monument, doing abdominal crunches in her blue singlet and stubble shorts. Deciding against asking if I could take her photo, I felt a tiny bit guilty eating my Magnum Ego, caramel dripping down my chin, whilst watching her jump down from the Kenworth to do her daily exercise.  

We turn and head for home, along dusty road toward Alpha. The sunset is so clear, bright vivid colours that are only ever seen in the outback lands of this amazing country. Kangaroos and cattle graze alongside the road, seemingly dazed by the headlights, happy to munch the grass and watch us, as we drive right by. 

It's been a long day as we arrive home safely at 9.30pm. 13 and a half hours after we left home for a picnic lunch. Silently,  I wish I could pack the swag and head back into the countryside to sleep under the stars, and awake to watch the sun rise over the beautiful hills of Salvatore Rosa. But it's Anzac Eve, and a 4 am start tomorrow to celebrate the Dawn Service. 

Lest We Forget 

Easter in Brisbane

So, I'm writing this from the Emerald City, sitting on my deck in the sunshine with a cup of tea, pondering where on earth I would ever start to convey the last fortnight I've spent in Brisbane.

It was a cultural visit this time, punctuated with newly discovered coffee shops and sporting events. A varied and enjoyable break over the Easter period. 

I arrived down Wednesday night, after driving down in the ute. Taking the inland route and stopping along the way to chat and talk to other travellers. A leisurely drive which I enjoyed. 

Thursday I waited home all day for the Telco to arrive within their allotted time, which of course they didn't. The company gave me a 5 hour window in which to wait, seems fair, but then to be another 4 hours late... GRRRR, I was getting annoyed because I was to do my pre Easter shopping on Thursday and here it was 5pm and they still hadn't showed up. Finally a knock on the door, and I opened it to a wet, bedraggled redhead. He looked beaten, demoralised and exhausted. I let him on with a smile, and he proceeded to connect our ADSL. Luckily we were his last job prior to his Easter break, and he left happy in the knowledge he had 5 days RnR coming up.

Thursday's waiting continued for me, as I spent 2 hours waiting at the Airport Service centre for Hugo's flight to arrive, having been delayed by bad weather, and then another 1 hour 50 minutes waiting in traffic to actually collect him. My patience had worn thin by that time, and unfortunately for Hugo, his homecoming was frosty.

Friday saw the weather turn a little with rain overnight and an overcast day. Hugo and I, along with two of the Brisbane dwelling children set out on an adventure to Mt Cootha and Toowong Cemetery. Amidst short bursts of rain and intermittent sunshine, we wandered our way through the 120 000 graves at Toowong. Time was quickly passing and we moved onto Lunch, vowing to call again another day to complete our investigations at the cemetery. It's an interesting place, I've never seen a cemetery on a hill before, and certainly never one of this magnitude.

Lunch at Bardon, a randomly chosen Fish n Chip shop, open and cheerfully serving the passing Good Friday parade. Suitably nourished, it was off to battle the traffic to the airport to collect Cate. Cate had flown down from the country to spend the Easter break with us in the city. First stop,  at her request was Eat Street Markets, where we spent the evening, wandering through stalls, sampling the wares, and people watching. Beautiful cool night, fabulous food and festive atmosphere made for a great end to a long day.

Saturday saw the sun rise as we wandered up the street to Carseldine Market for breakfast. Having Cate here for just a few days it was hard to fit everything on her To Do list in, but we gave it our best shot. From here she left Hugo and I,  to spend the rest of her day shopping at Chermside and we headed to meet some old friends for lunch. After a few hours of laughing and chatting, Hugo and I made it home in time to drop the kids to a party out west. Deciding to make the most of some much needed quiet time, we found ourselves at the waterfront, looking for signs of the impending lunar eclipse amongst the clouds. Dinner whilst dipping our toes in the water and quietly enjoying each other's company. Almost simultaneously, we both start a conversation outlining our good fortune at having met each other at this stage of life. 

Easter Sunday saw the 5 of us planning to head to the city. Hugo and I left early, and left the kids to their own devices. We found out of the way coffee shops, visited the State Library, the Gallery of Modern Art and Southbank. We stopped for drinks at Lock n Load in West End and shared great food and laughs along the way. I love the vibe of West End, even on Easter Sunday, the place has an aura of cool. Of being able to wear tie dye and running shoes, of dreadlocks and a business suit, of no style is my style.

I could live here.

Easter Monday came and Cate prepared to head home. After a few fun filled days it was a bit hard to drop her back to the airport, I love exploring the city with her, she has an endless enthusiasm for all things new.. Makes me see the world through teenage eyes again. After a final brunch at her favourite Crepe Cafe, we made our way across town to the airport for our final farewells.

Tuesday arrived and saw reality hit us again.. Off to the city to the accountants. To be reminded of the reality of life and making an income that will sustain our thirst for all things new. Lunch and coffee somewhere different again, finding new favourite haunts is our speciality these days.

Hugo's days off have come to an end, and sadly we make the journey back to the airport again. Fly out day is shit. Both of us become quiet and reserved, thinking once more about the time that we spend away from each other. To cause a distraction, we called into Nundah village and spent a few hours wandering about coffee shops, and local organic food stores to pass the time. I can recommend Slightly twisted Cafe in Nundah Village, run by two old friends of mine, a great place to while away an hour or two. 

Wednesday afternoon saw me catch up with two ex Dysart people, girls who have left town and made a whole new life for themselves. Really odd how the universe has such different ideas for each of us, sending us spinning into lives so far removed from the past. 

Thursday I spent laughing and catching up with more old friends, precious friends who have become part of the fabric of our family, accidentally but oh so importantly. Brandi was showing off her no sugar cooking skills, and I must admit she did so in spectacular fashion. Food great, friendship better.

Friday, back off to the city to the accountants and to locate yet another coffee shop I'd heard about. James Wills Himself. Down a lane way off Elizabeth street. Funky interior inside a semi converted bunker. Great little hideout and one I will visit again. Friday night was Boundary Street Markets in West End, complete with reggae bands, elvis impersonators, Vintage clothes and jewellery and yet more fabulous food.

Saturday finally arrived and off to the Farmers market again for breakfast. Having the option of so many different foods to sample is a draw card I can't resist. A light breakfast before walking to the station to catch a bus to the city. State library it is today for me. A writers forum at 11am. I'm in town in plenty of time to catch the brass band playing military music in recognition of the Anzac Centenary Displays at the Library.

Satursday morning-  Enjoying a coffee in the gardens of the library, overlooking the Brisbane river, listening to a brass band... How on earth did my life get here? What lucky star did I catch to be able to experience this? How bloody lucky am I? Sitting in the sun, soaking up all this culture, I silently give thanks to whom ever helped me get to this point in life.

Writers forum saw me meeting the creator of Scum Magazine, the owner of Tiny Owl Press, and the founder of The Lifted Brow. Wow. Some fine minds here in this room. The talks gave me yet another idea to implement when I get back home. After a quick chat with Sue Wright regarding a possible project opportunity, it was off to catch my lift to the Gold Coast.

Metricon Stadium here I come.. Watching the girls teams play Lions vs GCS. it was a hard couple of quarters before the Suns found their feet and ran rings around the Lions team. Stayed to watch the Main Game, but St Kilda ran away with the game, and it proved to be far less interesting that the girls game prior.

Sunday arrives quickly, up early, wages, invoicing, filing, all things administrative before brunch at the cafe nearest to us.. I have been hesitant to try it, as I've read bad reviews on urban spoon about the coffee, but the food was delicious, fresh healthy options and friendly service.. I passed on the coffee, settling on a pot of tea, the kids had juice and milk shakes and both were enormous. A mid afternoon drive to Ashgrove and Petrie rounded out the week nicely.

The evening was spent packing up ready for the long drive home tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it at all. 

See ya Brisbane, it's been much fun.

 

Solo Road Tripping

It's Easter time which means its the perfect time for a Great Aussie Road Trip.

Usually Easter at our home is a big deal. The Easter Tree is put up and decorated with eggs and choc carrots and iced bunnies. The arrowroot biscuits are iced in bright colours, with names, with dots and chevrons and coloured sprinkles. The gaudier, the better. 

This year will be the first year ever, we aren't all together as a family. We have 4 kids heading to Airlie to jump out of a plane, and the baby flying down to the big smoke for the weekend, shopping. Rather than staying home alone, with the chocolate, I decided on a solo road trip to Brisbane, taking the inland route. Like Beyond the Black Stump, inland. 

I set off early, and watched the beautiful sun rise as I drove toward the east. I saw family cars packed with camping gear and bikes, and I smiled knowingly at the already weary young Mum, wishing I could stop and hug her, remind her what a great job she's doing making memories for her kids. 

I saw DIDO workers rushing to get home for Easter, wobbling from side to side of the road with fatigue, stopping each 50 kilometres to smoke and drink coffee, fooling themselves that the caffeine is the magic ingredient to making it home in one piece. I prayed to any force I know, to help these people arrive at their chosen destination safely.

I saw drenched, Stop/Go workers standing in the rain, directing traffic around the reconstruction and roadside tree lopping, each looking longingly at the stream of cars passing them by. I could almost feel their desperation to be anywhere else than on the side of the muddy road, I could almost see their daydreams of the beach and a cold beer. I gave the obligatory 2 finger wave and silently said a prayer for their shift to end tonight and see them heading home to their loved ones. 

I found a old school radio station that played songs from the 80's and I stopped on the side of a country road to cry after three songs in a row reminded me of my best friend Ag, who's now been gone 4 years.Brian Cadd, Anne Murray played first, but it was Jackson Browne's "Stay" that tipped me over the edge and demanded I pull up for ten minutes. 

You know how some people pop into your life and then seem to inhabit every moment afterwards? That was Ag. She was not only larger than life, she was longer than life. Her presence is still felt, in the music, in my everyday speech, in my learned ability to find the funny side of most situation. I miss her. 

I ordered weak watery coffee from a smiling, young backpacker at a service station and was well over charged for it as usual, but the break was welcomed for the opportunity to stretch some muscles, sore from the previous nights exercise class. This trip is in the new ute, I'm bringing home some plants from Brisbane, and I can assure you, this ride is no where near as comfortable as the Chrysler.. The pedometer I wear on my wrist is telling me I have completed more than 10 000 steps today, so that's an indication of how rough the journey is in this vehicle. The roads have been badly damaged by the water and floods of the last Cyclone, and the stress I'm feeling in my shoulders is testament to that.. Lol, all my flying about is making me soft. 

I pushed on towards Monto, where I stumbled across a photography display of photos from the 50's to the 70's. I got talking to an older man  known locally as Spook, who, incredibly was the photographer. He is 86, and the most interesting person to talk to. He is still very passionate about photography and the true essence of film based photography. Spook, Liz and Lyn, were spending the morning scanning and cataloging his photos, to enable them to be stored digitally.  It is a huge job, and made necessary after a flood ruined a large proportion of his collection a year or two ago. Wonderfully genuine country people, if ever you are passing Monto on a Wednesday morning, stop and check out his work. it's one of those hidden gems that you leave feeling like your soul has been somehow enriched from the experience. 

Feeling rejuvenated, I drove on towards Kilkevan, the recent winner of the Small Town Culture Competiiton. With only 678 residents, it was up against some stiff competition from Clermont, but Kilkevan won. I'm secretly glad. Kilkevan has an aura of small town charm, it's quiet streets provide a serenity to the weary traveller. The German strudel and coffee shop was open, and doing a roaring trade, but I resisted and moved on toward a rain soaked Brisbane. 

I witnessed quite a number of close calls and saw the result of a single car and caravan rollover. The caravan was no taller than a Suzuki Swift by the time it was lifted onto the flat bed hired to remove the highways debris. The remnants of this mans life strewn across the lanes of the highways, served to remind all, to slow down and take much more care on the wet slippery roads.

Finally, my exit loomed upon me and I made the transition into the left lane. I had made it. It took me 11 hours to drive between our two homes. 11 hours of 80's music, bad roads, rain, and speeding erratic drivers. 11 hours to think, sing and remember those people I miss. 11 hours to practise my next public speaking event, refine my affirmations and to set new personal goals. Spending that much time alone with your thoughts is an incredibly empowering time, and I've emerged with a new found strength of spirit and reinforced knowledge that we aren't here forever. Time to make the most of the days I have left.

All in all 11 hours of my life pretty well spent, and my pedometer recorded 16347 steps whilst driving. Lol. 

Winning!! 

Byron Bay March 2015

Hugo flies in on days off. After 17 long days in the NSW Central West, he is in dire need of all things coastal. Sun, sand, sea, surf, socialising. So, Byron here we come..

It's an easy drive down to the beautiful North Coast of NSW from Brisbane.. We veered off the beaten track a little and found a small local market in Pottsville. And the most expensive tea bag I've ever bought... $ 7 for a small,chunky, chipped cup with a tea bag... Hmmm, and the locals wonder why business isn't booming in this area. I understand that there is a commercial principle that reasons that food and beverages can be dearer in tourist areas... But....

Onward through the green valleys and hills toward Bangalow and Mullumbimby. After a quick wander round 'Mullum', we stumbled upon the Poinciana Cafe. The eclectic style of decor, the multicultural wait staff, the delicious food, the whole bloody package. I felt almost transported into another world. One where life slows down, judgements cast aside and universal acceptance abounds. A peaceful but warm welcome to the area. 

Onward to Byron Bay and after a quick drive up to the Light House, we sourced some waterfront accommodation, close by the CBD, but far enough away to experience the serenity of the beach out front. 

What I love about Byron the most, is the sign welcoming all to town. CHEER UP, SLOW DOWN, CHILL OUT.  And that feeling has permeated the whole coastal community. From the laid back wait staff, to the surfers, the locals have a casual friendly approach to life. Cars give way to pedestrians on busy main streets, buses stop and let kids on bikes cross the road, backpackers ride skateboards in traffic without a care in the world. Street dining and beers on the balcony. It's cool, it's hip, and it's happening.

I also had the great fortune to meet a beautiful 78 yo local called Feather. She showed me some wild Irish Dance moves, on St Patrick's Day. This lady is amazing, she surfs, she runs, she lives life according to her rules. I wanna be her. To be 78 and rocking the green top hat and matching sequin vest, the tap shoes and black stockings with shorts, the whole outfit screamed ' this is who I am, and your opinion of it makes no difference' It's the epitome of the Byron Bay lifestyle, the whole no judgement, acceptance, calm, peace and serenity, it's actually the way the whole bloody world should live.

We cruised out to Nimbin, which was almost a deflating experience, it seemed to me to be so stereotypical, it was exactly as I thought it would be, right down to the overuse of tie dye, the lack of underwear or deodorant use, the dreadlocks and obligatory offer of Hash Cookies on the street.. Ho Hum. The drive up through the The Channon was the most exciting part of the journey. Narrow, windy roads through some of the most beautiful scenery.. We weren't in a hurry and we were glad we took the time to choose this route. The countryside is so lush and green, when compared to our home lands of late. Still in the grips of a crippling drought, the area of Western Qld is such a stark contrast to this country. 

Thursday morning saw an early rise and walk up to the Light House to watch the sunrise. Spectacular sight. Many morning walkers, runners, and tourists make the steep trek up to the Lighthouse which I think was established in 1903. It's well kept and within beautifully preserved gardens, a coffee shop and a scenic walkway will get all the way around the headland. Amazing photo opportunity amidst the tourists, the lovers, the up all nighters, the grey nomads and the health nuts

After breakfast we headed south, to Lennox Head and along the coastline toward Ballina. Walking along the Lennox Headlands and watching the surf at the Surfers Park, beautiful weather, beautiful veiw. Perfect place to once again give thanks for this experience, for my good health and my agility to climb the lookouts to see such grand natural beauty. 

Sitting in my fave Adelaide Street Coffee Shop writing this blog, I am already missing the lifestyle of the North Coast. The Brissvegas CBD seems frantic today, chaotic and unfriendly.. But that may also be because I'm missing my partner in crime. Hugo has flown out for his next work stint, so I'm in the city on my own, researching and people watching.. Getting some background info for my new book. 

Yes, you read right. A new book. Fancy that?

Stay tuned. 

The difference between being grateful and being smug.

Travelling Makes Me Laugh was set up originally for two purposes. One to let our ever increasing family keep up to date with where we are, and to know we are safe on holidays. And two, for me to have some kind of electronic version of our travels in case ever the situation occurs that I need reminding..

It was never set up with the intention of flaunting my ability to travel, to 'rub it in' to those amongst us that cannot afford yet to travel much, and it saddens me to think that there have been murmurings of this here. 

For many reasons, I feel grateful for the life I have now. My kids are healthy and happy, my partner loves me to death, my life is my own, full of choices and opportunity. But on the other hand I feel I've worked bloody hard to get here. We are successful because of the choices I have had to make in the past. 

Yes, there are people who I have become recent friends with, who will never know the struggle, the hardship and disappointments that we, as a family have gone through. They will never understand the heartache and pain at seeing a child unconscious in ICU, and the rawness of wondering whether he will ever survive. In saying that, I don't feel like I should be made feel I should explain my hard times to justify my good times now.

I am sorry for those who feel that my blog is smug, but not for the reasons you think. I feel sorry for them as they have not yet had the opportunity for hardship to teach them the lessons of life. They have not yet had a teacher appear in their great time of need to light their way. They have not yet come to the realisation that the money they spend on alcohol, cigarettes and pokies is much much more than I would spend on two OS trips a year.  I feel sorry for them for they are yet to get that women are supposed to build each other up, not tear each other down. Support not criticise. Help not hinder.

But ultimately, this is my personal blog. I write to relax, I write because it's my job, But I write because I love it. I write to amuse myself and for my kids to know this stuff.  I am the keeper of my grandmothers diary of her travels to the UK, and one day I hope my grand kids will read this and become a dreamer as well, just as I did. 

I don't write with the intention of making you feel inadequate, and I don't write to make you jealous or angry. I write to make me happy, your reactions to that are your own business. 

Most importantly, I write to tell the world how grateful I am to have landed in this fabulous life, one where I can work my own hours, take responsibility for my own actions, set my own goals and live according to my rules.

So, to be brutally frank, nothing is keeping you here. If you are amongst the people happy to criticise me, my life and my family... Just head on back to the pub, and read the next chapter of my blog whilst waiting for change for the pokies.. Me, on the other hand, will be in Byron Bay, travelling, laughing and giving thanks for the opportunities I've been given. 

Nadi to Brisbane Feb 15

Well, well, well.. The week is over. Phew. This relaxing stuff is really hard work. 

After working to tight schedules for so long, early starts, gym sessions, FIFO work, a week of no schedule was a little harder to become accustomed to than I thought.

Flight with Air Fiji was uneventful, the flight attendants were helpful, food was tasty and a window seat to watch the scenery on landing. A band of local Fijians singing to welcome us to their country, Bula Vinaka echoing along the corridor towards the terminal.

Customs and immigration were a breeze, Bula, Bula, Bula... Hugo didn't even get his bag searched, even though his was the one chock full of bras for the village women. 

Our driver was waiting for us, into the van and off we went, weaving our way through roadworks and pot holes and pedestrians.

The veiws between Nadi Airport and The Warwick were incredible. Scenes of shanty towns and raging creeks, dotted  with the odd 4 star resort and lush gardens. People waving everywhere to our taxi, Bula Vinaka, as we drove along Queens Highway.

Arrived at Resort approx 2 hours after arrival, in time for a light Italian dinner, before watching the Polynesian Dance Show and Fire Show. Amazing backdrop, twirling fire sticks and acrobatics against a dark ocean, twinkling with reflections. Gorgeous. 

It's true what they say about Fiji Time, it just seems to stop. I'm not sure if that's because there's not much to do aside from relaxing, if it's the effects of the cocktails, or the lifestyle.. But there's rarely a clock to be found, and if the question is asked, the answer will always be " it's fiji time".

We spent our days drifting between restaurant, to pool, to beach, to bar, to cocktail lounge... With a few walks and a trip to town interspersed. The people are beautiful, so attentive and helpful, their smiles light up their faces when they greet you, and their singing voices are amazing.. But I couldn't help but feel the poverty gap. The shop keepers, well trained in sales, are inclined to look upon a white face as a source of unlimited income, and it made me feel almost taken advantage of. I understand that any tourist area in the world has higher prices, so I'm not sure why I felt like this, almost like a lamb to slaughter.

The resort operates on a cashless basis, feeding the feeling of not being in control of monies spent. Upon departure you are handed an account of purchases, drinks, food etc, and it's not always easy to follow. We did pick up a couple of anomalies, which were difficult to rectify (on Fiji Time ) at 3-30am upon checkout.

The resort is beautiful, with daily activities organised, and plenty of free water sports if required. The most commonly used phrase was 'no pressure'.. Especially around the swim up cocktail bar. Even in the rain, here you would find people swimming, laughing, chatting with a cocktail in hand. We snorkelled, kayaked, walked, swam and finally after a day or two, slowed down. It was a quiet, relaxing time. There was minimal WIFI, so even that virtual connection with the world was greatly reduced.. It was bliss.

Our driver was also on Fiji Time and forgot to collect us from Resort for our return to Airport. LOL, both Hugo and I had a feeling that this may happen, we ended up sourcing another local taxi and off we headed 45 mins behind time, thankfully for all concerned, the airport also operates on Fiji Time and we arrived to check in without any dramas what so ever. 

Hugo now works a 2:1 roster, and with it being cheaper for us to fly OS for the week than to spend the time in Dubbo or Orange, you will see more of these quick trips pop up in my blog this year.  I enjoyed Fiji, I'm not sure Ill go back, but it was an interesting time, sad to see so much poverty and unemployment amongst the locals, but hopefully the new government will put plans in place to counteract this. With the Bali Executions imminent, and the expected backlash by Australians opposed to it, Tourism Fiji should be jumping on this opportunity to cash in.. Whether they do or not remains to be seen...

So, here I sit, in the Qantas lounge, after seeing Hugo off to his new swing, and me heading into the Emerald City for the next two weeks. I'm looking forward to returning to the gym, the routine, the schedule, the kids. This relaxing stuff is way too hard.. 

Brisbane to Fiji Feb 2015

Down time at last. 

Hugo and I are going to Fiji. For no other purpose than to relax, swim, chill. Happy hour with a long lost friend. 

As always, I like to find the authentic life in the countries we visit and share our good fortune. Over the past fortnight I've collected over 100 bras and a suitcase full of pencils and crayons for the women n children in the Fijian Villages. I can't wait to share these and I thank the Emerald City locals for their generosity. 

Hugo has been working remotely and is in dire need of the coast. The soothing water, the quiet, the sun n sand n salt. He's tired from work, from travelling, from the over thinking and planning of business. He's a good man. He needs down time. To stop, relax, recharge. 

Relaxing in the Qantas lounge, drinking champers and dreaming of the warm sea air. Ahhhhh. Can't wait. 

Brisbane - Jan 2015

With Hugo working away in the outback heat of South Australia, I've spent the past week in The Emerald City, catching up.

We are undertaking a Shutdown, with the Qld boys flying back into Brisbane in Saturday evening. I'll be there to meet them, thank them for their efforts and collect payroll information.

They finally make it off the plane, tired, and pleased to be home, after a successful and super safe shutdown at Prominent Hill Mine.  

I flew down on Friday, catching up with the big fellow in the evening. Saturday morning, we were up early and walked down to the local Farmers Market for breakfast. The food at this market is fantastic, fresh fruit n veges, seafood, breads and pastries, organic yoghurt juices just to mention a fraction.

We happily have breakfast, juice n coffee before undertaking the walk home. It's a beautiful day, voting day in Qld, the streets are busy with families, out walking in the sunshine. It's another one of those 'great to be alive' days.

Spent the Afternoon in wild and frantic West End. There's always such a vibe happening in this suburb of Brisbane, there are buskers and music on each street corner, I always find myself loosing a number of hours, people watching and embracing the diversity here.

Sunday saw another beautiful day dawn. Off to a Market at Ascot for some breakfast, before heading to Brighton to catch up with friends and make some new ones. Lunch by the Marina at Sandgate Yacht Club, under the trees and savouring a cool drink or three watching the passing parade of yacht and fishing boats. On my way home, I pinch myself at how wonderful my life has become in the last few days... I am a very lucky girl.

Monday brings a full day of work, with a quick break in the middle to watch the last quarter of the Super Bowl, watched it for 30 minutes and still no closer to understanding the rules of this American Institution.. 

Back to the Emerald City Tuesday morning for the week, preparing for a trip to Fiji very soon.. I'm getting excited. 

New Zealand Coast to Coast Jan 15

So, with a week off, business associates to chase up, we pack our bags and head to Auckland, NZ for a day or two. 

Accidentally, I stumbled across a link for the Coast to Coast Walk that leaves from Auckland Viaduct and travels to Onehunga, a distance of about 22 kilometres. as the weather looks like it is perfect hiking weather, Hugo and I pack our walking gear, in case we get the opportunity to complete this track whilst in NZ.

Having never travelled to NZ before I wasn't expecting it to be so beautiful, I wasn't prepared for Auckland to be so hip, so cool and so laid back. There were beautiful parks and play areas for the kids, the harbour area is laid out for visitors and makes for a great place to visit.

Although only having three days in the country, we made the most of it. From watching a UFC fight in a local bar surrounded by Irishmen cheering for their countryman, to a beautiful seafood dinner in a converted warehouse, to a ferry trip across to Waiheke Island.. The whole time we were there, NZ continually surprised me, the people are exceptionally friendly, there are backpackers galore, and there are shops, and bars and restaurants to rival any major city in the world. They take great pride in the Maori Heritage, and all the souvenir type stores all source their goods from NZ. 

I loved the landscape. The weather, Waiheke Island, the people, the beers, the food. 

We will be back... For much longer visit.. Soon. 

Melbourne Jan 2015

Emerald to Brisbane to Melbourne to Warragul to Traralgon.

Flew Qantas Emerald to Melbourne without incident, then hit the usual issues with Avis at Tullamarine... Incorrect paperwork, mixup with car issue, delay, delay, delay... It's been that bad, we now plan to use Hertz when travelling into Victoria.

Arrived into Warragul safely mid afternoon, dinner at Country Club with the Quenault connection before an early night. 

Friday brought a damp, cool, overcast day, perfect for a drive in the beautiful hills of Gippsland. Drove up to Harvest Club Cafe at Jindavik, for a fabulous lunch, great view, local wines and freshly prepared food. Good food, good scenery and good company to celebrate the birthday of AQ.

Friday night BBQ to feed the masses, that were arriving in Victoria in time for the impending wedding.

It was loud, it was frantic, it was funny. Love these kids to bits, their quirky senses of humour, their sarcasm. Everyone is fair game. Leave the thin skin behind and roll with the punches. 

Saturday morning, brunch at Frankies in Warragul, a new hip n happening place, with industrial style interior design, and the best raspberry muffin I've ever eaten! I was almost regretting going halves with Hugo... It was warm, sweet and oh so delicious. Taking the two smallest grandchildren out for a walk was a highlight of the morning, watching oncoming shoppers be mesmerised by their engaging smiles. I'm quite the proud grand Mimi, even though they aren't really 'mine'.

Saturday afternoon brought the wedding.. The big event. The reason we are all here in Q Homeland. Wild Dog Winery was a fine place to celebrate a wedding. On the deck over looking the vineyards, threatening cloud kindly staying in place for a grand backdrop to photos. The local wines flowed freely, the music was entertaining, the food tasty and the company interesting and of course the bridal party beautiful! The obligatory random selfie comp over, made way for some air guitar and no pants Eagle Rocking.

Super Sunday was celebrated in Traralgon, with cuts of lamb, beef n pork marinated and spit roasted. Fine lunch to pick us all up after a big night. Organised as a recovery day, and a catch up with those unable to make it to the wedding. An afternoon cricket match slowly deteriorated into drinking games and made for the perfect time to make an exit home for a cuppa.

Monday rolled around much too quickly and a more relaxed day was had. Warragul checking out all the local gift stores before lunch at Yarragon and a stroll through local antique stores, craft galleries and the obligatory stop in at the coffee shop and local food tasting. The final family gathering was at Neerim South at the new Thai resturant, opened especially for us on Monday for a fantastic banquet of freshly prepared aromatic food.

Well and truly wined and dined, we heading back to Tullamarine for the long trip home. I'm happy to be heading back to the sunshine state. As much as I love being away, I long to be home in my own space, with little stress and no feeling of constant judgment. Family gatherings are hard at the best of times, but with such a large family, that feeling of being pulled from pillar to post is exacerbated... It becomes a marathon of being organised then reorganised then changed yet again.. It's bloody hard work. I'm not used to the feeling of having to constantly look better, be better, do better, eat better, just to fit in. Then have my food photographed and used as later discussion.  The overhearing of derogatory comments, the feeling of justifying what we wear, do, eat, say... It's tiring. Saddening. I feel like an alien in a foreign world. I don't fit into this world, and I'm glad of it. 

Take me back to Qld where we embrace people's differences, celebrate their individuality, and allow people to dress, talk, and eat how they wish. No judgement.