Day 2 Episode II. Left Vlamingh Head Lighthouse and continued around the headland into Ningaloo Marine Park. “Ningaloo” is an Aboriginal word for promontory; I’m unsure which language group it’s from but the Cape’s original inhabitants were known as the Yinigudura people. I couldn’t find out much about them; they apparently left the cape before white settlement….
The Coral Coast.
Day 2 Episode I. Limo pickup this morning; outback style! ‘Top of the Range’ tour with Dave from Ningaloo Safari Tours – a full day in the Cape Range National Park and Ningaloo Marine Parks! On the drive up to Shothole Canyon Dave regaled us with amusing tales: Like how even though all new houses are cyclone…
Red-eyes & Red Skies: Exmouth, Western Australia.
Day 1 11pm Wednesday, in midair somewhere between the Gold Coast and Perth. I’m turning 40 soon and it’s already the best birthday ever because I’m finally doing something that I’ve wanted to do for over half my life. I told you I grew up in Carnarvon? Well my dream of the last 25 years has…
The Misty, Muddy Mountains: Binna Burra, Queensland.
Last December J & I celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary. The day itself was a bit of a fizzer; I awoke with a 6 yr old’s foot up my bum and J started work at 5.30am. So romance. Eh, it was fine. Once the right time presented itself however – the following Easter weekend – we…
Kodak Moments Part 2: Mummy Cuddles.
Part 2 of my belated Mum’s Day post. Part 1 was more about the funner, happier, more positive side of parenting – the stuff that’s usually the focus on Mother’s Day; the stories of cute kids, and happy families, and warm fuzzies. … And farts. As long as they’re funny and without fallout. This one, though, is about…
Kodak Moments Part 1: Sticky Fingers.
Belaaaated Mum’s Day post. This time it was almost entirely not my fault as we changed internet providers and somehow ended up without any internet for over two weeks! On a positive side we’ve got the next month of access free. Yay! For Father’s Day every year I make J a card with my favourite…
Fugly Faces.
nb “fugly” in this context means “FUNNY UGLY”, ok? One of the world’s best and funniest people, the writer Jenny Lawson, wrote a blog post yesterday about some shit she pulled at the Mom 2.0 Summit conference, and it was awesome. I KNOW RIGHT!?! That happens to me too! My arm just isn’t long enough to stop…
The Shutterbug Bug.
J gave me a Nikon D40x, ie the geewhiz camera, for Christmas way back in 2007. It takes great photos, but for seven years I only used the automatic settings because I had no idea how to work the bloody thing. It was soo frustrating you guys. It was like having the most unreal 4WD-Batcar-even-sticks-to-walls-and-goes-underwater super car and keeping it in the driveway to use as a…
Paua Play. (Kaka Point, New Zealand)
The South Island of Enzed in summer is SOMETHING ELSE. If you happen to be visiting there in January you might be lying on a beach saying to yourself “This is amazeballs! So sunny and clear, and the scenery’s stunning! It’s really something else!”or you might be in all-weather gear and thermal underwear muttering “What the Hell IS…
Tykes on Bikes: Arrowtown, New Zealand.
Finn got a bike for his birthday last October and was sooo stoked. He was on it constantly, up and down the driveway (only occasionally in the bushes beside the driveway) and up the hills around the block multiple times without stacking it once. We even ventured to a BMX track where he hared around like Evel Knievel, scaring the poo out…
Proshumptuous Prosheedings.
On this very special Fool’s Day there’s a particular bunch of creative and inspiring idiots I want to tell you about. An oft-maligned and misunderstood subspecies of student named ‘Proshketeers’, they are said to inhabit the darkest corners of the University of Western Australia. Most of the time they look just like your average student, but it…
Shafts of Light: Arrowtown, New Zealand.
Arrowtown Day 1. We used to stay with beloved family whilst in the Queenstown area, but in summer the 3 hour time difference including daylight saving means our body clocks make us a bit antisocial – 7am is a completely reasonable time for Kiwis to get up but the only Aussies that want to be awake at…
Still Not A Journal. 