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After needing a few days to digest the pizza we had in Armidale it was time to set off once again. We thought highly of Armidale, it was a great little town. All the old buildings in the Main Street and around the Showgrounds gave the place plenty of character. The farmers had a springContinue reading “The Kindness of Strangers.”

After leaving the comforts of Keithy George’s house, we were back on the road. Since the “China virus” has swept all before it, we hadn’t made a visit to the Australian institution that is Bunnings. Being a Sunday and having one in the vicinity, it would’ve been rude if we didn’t call in. For healthContinue reading “We’ve been to the promised land.”

After the girls left us in the beer garden at the Rosewood pub, the local reptiles started to get a bit restless. When one leather handbag said to the other “ your not my cup of tea” we read the tea leaves and decided to step back into the oven. Upon leaving I gave AnnieContinue reading “Before the Flood.”

Hi my name is Matt, this is my partner Ana and together we are survivors! “Survivors of what?” I hear you say. “The big Q, Queensland!!” After 4223.5 km we finally made it out. The land of the big crab, the big melon (the fruit, not my head) and the enormous bogan! You have beenContinue reading “Survivors”

What we would give to be back at the house “ the fist” built, sitting on the couch with the aircon on. It’s got hot now. Nothing like ginger Pete experienced, a red nut I met in the U.K. who once let out a scream when the mercury hit a whopping 25 degrees and letContinue reading “Someone left the oven on”

Last time we left you we were up at Cape Hillsborough enjoying some time off our asses. We had met a bloke named Paul involved in the Adani coal mine protests a few months back up at Wallaman falls. We got chatting and he offered us his place at Cape Hillsborough if we were goingContinue reading “Not everything is as it seems.”

“Fuck off Clive!”And with that let me introduce you to Townsville’s infamous magpie. Just like his namesake Clive Palmer this Clive is also a cunt and enjoys fucking people over. Clive the magpie resides outside of Fat Clive’s office in Townsville. He gets his name because when he swoops people out the front of PalmersContinue reading “Fuck off Clive!!!”

After all the nasty things I had said about the grey nomads towing their tvs around Australia and how fond they are of sitting in fields of boredom waiting to die, it was always going to come back and bite me. Someone must have gave word to these grey haired “adventurers” that we were travelingContinue reading “The Nomads Strike Back.”

A last minute decision has seen us head over to Hinchinbrook Island to tackle the Thorsborne trail over 4 nights. After a little favour from Brad the tour operator from Hinchinbrook Island Cruises who lent us his backpack. All Annie had to do was tie our two day packs together and we were off. HeadingContinue reading “Well that was unexpected!”

“What’s a surf & turf?” With that question from Annie, I took a deep breath and began to explain the finer details of this Australian delicacy that sits high on the menu of our sophisticated palate. “It’s a bit of meat with seafood stacked on top”. I am going out on a limb here butContinue reading “Just f@$king go for it!”