Sunday, 25 January 2015

Hippy shit

It’s Australia Day! When all non-indigenous Australians show their gratitude to the English (for…- complete as required).

Needless to say, the sun’s out. But it hasn’t always been the case. Since our last post we have endured electrical storms and rainforest conditions. Oh and lots of sun.

Chronologically, we had four great nights in Airlie Beach where there was some bucket list activity, as some of you will have seen on Facebook. We had a brilliant trip to the Whitsunday Islands on a catamaran, where we indulged in lots of snorkelling on the reefs around Hayman Island. The sea was very calm and clear with excellent visibility, so we were able to see loads and spent at least two hours face down in the water – Gillie too!

The next day we took a fast boat out to the Great Barrier Reef, where I took my first-ever scuba dive. If you’re going to pop your scuba cherry, The Great Barrier Reef is a pretty good place to do it. The coral, fish and whole experience were quite amazing. What a lovely (early) birthday present.

The next day we drove 500+ km to get to the charmingly-named Kinka Beach at Yeppoon. I think Australia takes the biscuit for place-names, as you will see from the photos in this post! At Yeppoon we were treated to a spectacular electrical storm inland while listening to Pink Floyd – ‘Comfortably Numb’ - which we were becoming thanks to the wine…

From Yeppoon we had a couple of pleasant beachside camps at Agnes Water and Rainbow Beach, where I started to perfect my boogie board technique – alas still need practice. Ho hum.

Got to a very nice site in south suburbs of Brisbane and on Tuesday enjoyed the rare sight of England winning an ODI comfortably. Won’t happen very often. We were also chuffed to discover that our niece had managed to snap us on Sky Sports News in a general crowd shot. Chances of that..?

From Brisbane - where we were fortunate enough to meet a Dutch family who, as they were flying to Sydney the next day, bestowed upon us a number of useful items they could no longer use, such as a decent frying pan, cleaning items and more importantly lots of beer and wine! – we set off early for Byron Bay.

Byron Bay was always going to be a destination at some point on our trip and we arrived in glorious sunshine. Lonely Planet says ‘you stay one day, then you book a couple more and before you know it, you’re there forever…’ this is entirely possible, as we have added days onto our original plan and will be blasting down to Sydney in two days – not a killer, but we don’t like to rush things.

Some of you may have seen a rather obscure status update when we went to Nimbin. In case you didn’t know, it’s the ‘Marijuana Capital of Australia’, where bush and cookies and mushrooms and practically every other type of herbal yummy is readily available. The driver initially thought we were on the wrong bus, till we put him right. Anyway, we went there on Friday and had a lovely time…

We’ve seen quite a lot of rain in Byron Bay, but it’s been very warm and when the sun is out it’s fierce. Saturday night we had lovely Middle Eastern scoff at a BYO called ‘Orgasmic’, then it was back to the beach on Sunday.

As we said at the start, it’s Australia Day today, so we’re off to see how the laidback surfer dudes and hippies celebrate. Our next post will probably be when we’re in our second house-sit in Chipping Norton, near Liverpool (see earlier reference to names).

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PS  Gillie, again.  Hope you all are well, thanks for the comments and emails, it’s really great to hear from you.  Now about lemons…  I’ve got a bee in my bonnet about the price of lemons in Australia!!
In England I go to Morrisons or where ever and buy a lovely juicy lemon for about 30p.  I’ve just been to Woolworths (?) (one of the big supermarket chains here in Oz) and purchased a lemon for $1.67, which is not far off £1!!!!!!  They grow them outside on the trees all around for God’s sake! In the UK we have to import them... What’s going on? 

I asked the lady at the fish counter why they were so expensive and of course she didn’t know.  A lady shopper approached me as I wandered down the aisles and said, “I totally agree with you about the price of lemons, I’m from New Zealand and they are much cheaper there!!  So now you know, if you come out here for any reason, bring your own lemons!!  I’m now on a one (sorry 2) women crusade to stop this robbery!!


I feel better now I’ve got that off my chest and it’s still a great country.  Byron Bay is just wonderful, we have so enjoyed our stay here, we’ve met some great people and will be sorry to leave tomorrow.  However we’re looking forward to seeing the girls for three more weeks before we shoot off on the next stage of our adventure.  Take care all of you. xxxx

Ready for some serious snorkelling action!

On the Great Barrier Reef…Great

Some big fish - and Gillie's thumb!

Byron Bay - ready for the hot dog photo!

Gillie's favourite road sign!

These are the mists rising from the rainforest on our way back from Nimbin - not clouds of marijuana smoke - honest!

Tuesday, 13 January 2015

On The Road Again

Been a while, hasn’t it? Hope everyone had a lovely Christmas and exciting new year. We certainly did!

Although we had three weeks living in someone else’s house, with only chickens to think about, we seem to have had a very busy time. Without going into the minutiae, we’d like to share some of the high-(and not so high)lights…

As the girls were busy partying (and in Holly’s case working her socks off) on Christmas eve, Gillie and I decided to treat ourselves to a curry In Bondi. Those familiar with our favourite Indian eatery – the Palace Tandoori in Denby Dale – cannot begin to imagine my horror when I was presented with a plate of tasteless pink gloop containing a small number of unidentifiable items, billed with some aplomb as a ‘fish curry’. Gillie’s Korma (what else?) was apparently ‘ok’. We won’t be searching out any more Indian restaurants in Australia.

Christmas Day started with a trip to the beach (of course) and proceeded onto a full Christmas dinner, followed by a huge dramatic Sydney storm. One minute warm sunshine, the next crashing thunder, sheet and forked lightning and monsoon winds and rains. Very dramatic, especially when watched from a third floor balcony with a glass of something.

Christmas moved sublimely towards new year, which we spent sitting on a beach at Rose Bay, a superb view of the bridge and fireworks, wonderful picnic and, in my case at least, rather a lot (too much??!!) to drink. Say no more, except it was magical spending it with the girls.

Beach again New Year’s day. Ho hum.

While we stayed in our house sit, we cleared Molly of all our baggage and bedding so that we could spruce her up before putting her on the market. A couple of days before we left, we started to put everything back. As we put the mattress back in place, I looked over Gillie’s shoulder to the frame of the sliding door and saw the biggest spider I have honestly ever seen in its natural environment. It Was Fucking Huge!!! (check the picture, if you don’t believe me). Showing considerable calm and presence of mind, I screamed at Gillie to get the f%$* away and, after much manouevring (sp?), swept it back to its rightful place in the garden. I surprised both of us with my bravery…

The day before we left to head north, We were treated to a brilliant Christmas present from Holly and Emily – a helicopter ride over Sydney Harbour and out to Bondi Beach. It was brilliant – an absolute thrill. Thanks again girls!

Last Wednesday (7th) saw us back on the road again, staying our first night in a free spot by the river at a little place called Bulahdelah – great.

We’ve hammered north, covering 1895 km (about 1180 miles) since we set off, with only a two-day rest at Noosa Heads – a lovely place with crashing surf on the beach and calm estuary waters - before arriving yesterday (Monday) at Airlie Beach in the Whitsunday islands, where we have booked to go to the Great Barrier Reef and an island trip. We’re not on holiday though!

We plan a more sedate journey south, with tickets for the England v India 1-day international (cricket) at the legendary Woolloongabba cricket ground.

This thinkin’s making me hot, so I’ll sign off, wishing you all a super new year. Can’t pretend we’re missing the snow and storms, though. I understand that it’s not easy to comment on the blog, if you were so inclined, but believe it can be done if you sign up to a gmail account, or something. If not please leave any comments on Facebook. I’ll pass you over for a word from our sponsor now. Much love…

PS.  Gillie here, wow! It ain’t ‘arf hot Mum!!  It’s like being back in Darwin…  We’re staying in a beautiful campsite with a lovely breeze and swaying palms.  All we (Andy) need now are girls in grass skirts and we’ll think we’re in paradise.  We’ve got ‘pensioners rates’ on our boat trip to the Great Barrier Reef tomorrow, as we need to remind ourselves that we shouldn’t really be doing this ‘on a pension!’  The only problem with tomorrow is that Andy keeps saying I’ll have to get my hair wet when we go snorkeling! Surely in 2015 there must be a way of avoiding this??  Answers on a postcard please...


As Andy has said Christmas and New Year were great and the lovely thing is that we are back in Sydney for 3 more weeks to spend even more time with the girls.  Thanks so much to the people who sent us good wishes and greetings via the multitude of media that is available nowadays, it’s soooo lovely of you all to keep in touch.  Bye for now as I’m off to invent a ‘hair water repellent’  device for tomorrow!!   G   xxxxxxx

PPS. If it's out yet and you are so inclined, try and catch Angelina Jolie's directorial debut - The Unbroken - about pre-WW2 Olympics. No idea whether it's any good or not, but you might just catch a glimpse of Emily as a Norwegian athlete warming up!!!!

Well, what else would you do on Xmas Day?

New Year's Eve, of course!


See, I told you it was a big mofo…as a size guide, the label below is about 3cm wide!

The helicopter trip begins...

Bondi from the air

Are you 'avin a giraffe?