A tip on Australian male etiquette. When you’re standing at a urinal you should only ever look forward, otherwise, you might see things you might not want to see. (Or maybe you will!!) You shouldn't look left, you shouldn't look right, or even behind you. You shouldn’t talk. You should just look straight ahead. This … Continue reading Back to the 90s
Tag: Travel
Travel is one of my all-time favourite things. From my days as a child, I loved going to visit family in Brisbane. I did my first overseas trip at 17. I love nothing more than catching a plane/train somewhere, and discovering what else the world has to offer.
Memory is an amazing thing. With age, you can sometimes have to think hard about something you did yesterday, or where you left something like the TV remote control, but memories from thirty years ago can be quite vivid. As we walked around the Pioneer Women’s Hut at Tumbarumba, it took me all of ten … Continue reading Tumba-bloody-rumba
“We hope you’re fit”, an older couple (maybe in their late 60s) said to us as we walked towards the Yarrangobilly Caves. “A bit steep, is it?”, I replied, prompting a further response from the woman that they were “just taking a little rest". The caves are about eighty kilometres from Tumut, in the Kosciuszko … Continue reading Yarrangobilly Caves + Thermal Pool
“Where do you get your millet from?”, I asked the young bloke at The Tumut Broom Factory, half expecting an answer like Weethalle or Temora, or another nearby Riverina town. When he told me “Mexico”, I was genuinely surprised. When he explained it was “labour costs, I understood completely, though I was also a little … Continue reading Tumut & Batlow
It takes you about half an hour to drive from the centre of Tumut to the restaurant’s location. You could probably do it faster, but it was raining today, sometimes quite heavily and so we drove a little more cautiously. Thankfully, there were very few cars on the road. However, there are narrow winding bits, … Continue reading Tumut
“Do you have any cash?” the woman behind the counter asked when I asked if I could pay with my card. Living in Sydney, I’ve gotten used to paying for EVERYTHING with a card, from public transport to newspapers. I generally keep a five or ten-dollar note in the back of my phone/wallet for situations … Continue reading Wagga Wagga