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- Selasa, 14 Juli 2015 10.44
- ⛅ 12 °C
- Ketinggian: 161 ft
Selandia BaruEden Terrace36°51’29” S 174°45’6” E
Auckland
14 Juli 2015, Selandia Baru ⋅ ⛅ 12 °C
We met Jamie and Abi for breakfast at the Ugly Bagel for awesome wood fired bagels that were made fresh before our eyes. A thick bright pink layer of salmon folded across a lick of cream cheese atop a warm sesame seed bun, all dressed in capers, dill and onion. The taste lingered in our mouths as we ate in front of an open fire. Office workers came and went as we reminisced on our time together in New Zealand and Jamie and Abi prepared themselves for their long journey home.
After saying our final goodbyes we wandered into the city to collect our free Kiwi Experience t-shirts from their office. Whilst there we met Kane, our affable and knowledgable driver, who took us down the west coast of the South Island, what now seems, months ago. It was great to catch up and we came away basking in the memories of our own 'kiwi experience'.
The wind threw itself around us, scattering brown dead leaves to scratch their way across the pavement, as we walked through wintery scenes along Queens Street. Children span on an open air ice rink whilst musicians danced in front of life size models of polar bears. When darkness descends and the decorative lights twinkle you could be forgiven for mistaking it for a festive season.
As afternoon turned to evening the nostalgia of New Zealand began to slowly give way to the anticipation for Australia. Excitement brought a flurry of adrenaline as bags were emptied and reorganised, decisions made on what to keep and what to donate and flights and tick boxes checked. The next adventure awaited.Baca selengkapnya
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- Selasa, 14 Juli 2015 14.44
- ☀️ 13 °C
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Selandia BaruEden Terrace36°51’24” S 174°45’6” E
More signs...
14 Juli 2015, Selandia Baru ⋅ ☀️ 13 °C
Here are some more signs that have caught our eyes, this time through New Zealand...
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- Rabu, 15 Juli 2015 22.04
- ⛅ 8 °C
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AustraliaWayside Chapel33°52’20” S 151°13’24” E
Auckland to Sydney
15 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 8 °C
The Auckland sky was locked in resolute clouds as we waited patiently for our plane to take us to Sydney.
We flew with Emirates, a choice made by a coincidence of timing and conditions that fit our budget when our itinerary went through STA Travel's computers 9 months ago. Yet what a choice it turned out to be.
Whilst some of you will have experienced or perhaps even be accustomed to the kind of service that Emirates offer even its Donkey Class customers, we were not. After zipping through check-in early and boarding an on-time plane, we sat down in large comfortable seats and a warm scented face towel. Greeted with smiles we dined on a 3-4 course dinner and watched the latest films. When the lights dimmed, stars shone on the ceiling and we couldn't get believe what we were receiving for a 3 1/2 hour flight. As we descended into Sydney airport we watched the plane touch down onto the runway by a camera mounted on the nose of the plane.
Having arrived in previous destinations very late at night and/or very jet lagged it was novel to feel fairly refreshed. It didn't all go according to plan however as when we used the self-service passport machines, they did not consider Alex's face matched his passport (maybe the hair) so he had to join a long queue of other passport rejects. We were prepared for Australia's tough bio-security but it turned out to be the woman in front of us who was the biggest challenge. After being in a long line with lots of signs alerting her to be prepared, she was still on her mobile and having to search for her documents when she got to this section whilst the rest of us queued behind. The security officer's face was classic as he gave a knowing look to his colleague.
We arrived at our hostel under the driving skills and humour of shuttle bus driver Shane. He told us that he showed his son an AUS$5 note, which has the image of the Queen on it and asked who this was. His son replied 'Grandma'. Shane explained 'Grandma' happened to look a lot like the Queen but he didn't mention his son's age, hopefully it's not 17.Baca selengkapnya
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- Hari 88
- Kamis, 16 Juli 2015 16.25
- ⛅ 11 °C
- Ketinggian: 16 ft
AustraliaWayside Chapel33°52’19” S 151°13’25” E
Sydney
16 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C
A new city and country welcomed us to start the day but rain slapped against our raincoats and ricocheted off the pavement as we ventured outside for breakfast. Thunder rolled off the sky’s anvil as an open fire pricked at our skin and hot banana porridge kept hunger at bay.
Yet it was not long before the sun's chariot charged to scatter the angry clouds. Its light refracted on the window onto our faces, calling us outside. We crossed tree lined streets with English names, passing brick terraces with metal verandas whilst glazed condos and office blocks looked over us. Palms, a reminder of warmer times, hung their broad leaves in a melancholy nod to passers-by.
The clock tower of the city’s central railway station guided us toward the Oz Experience office, where we confirmed bookings for our upcoming journey north to Cairns. Before this lay Belmore Park, its edges lined by the worn out colour of shanty town tents, an unavoidable reminder of the city’s homelessness and a stark contrast to the towers of big business surrounding it.
Northward in Hyde Park we came across the haunting ANZAC memorial, which invited ‘silence to be your contribution’. The sun bleached the art deco windows whilst the domed ceiling carried thousands of stars. Steps led down to a reflection pool lined by winter bare trees whose bark is scarred with a myriad of graffiti. Along the avenue Hills Figs lay thick intertwining roots into the soft rain nourished grass, past which lines of uniformed school children signalled the time of day.
The weather and a search for bearings let time slip away. As the light faded we planned our next moves for exploring the city from tomorrow.Baca selengkapnya
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- Hari 89
- Jumat, 17 Juli 2015 17.56
- ⛅ 11 °C
- Ketinggian: 36 ft
AustraliaBennelong Point33°51’25” S 151°12’54” E
Sydney
17 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C
We stirred to the sound of a persistent rain rattling against our bedroom window as the dawn light barely made its way in through the gap in the curtains. The streets were awash as we breakfasted and we contemplated how to spend our day without getting drenched.
Taking our chances we skirted under dripping facades and around gathering puddles to get to the New South Wales Art Gallery. Leaving our dripping jackets in the cloakroom we wandered through galleries of classical portraits, colourful modern art, political statements and exhibits from Asia. Most of what we saw was interesting and informative but at times, particularly with the most contemporary art, it felt self-important. Perhaps we are not the ‘right’ audience for this? It made us smile when in one exhibit room, where balloons meant to symbolise the passage of time were scattered on the floor. The exhibit's one audience member was a young girl whose only interest was to play with the balloons. To us this symbolised, 'up yours pretentious art, I want to play with balloons!'
Through the windows we saw the rain cease and the clouds crack open to let through patches of blue sky. We eagerly left the gallery to walk through the ordered flora of the Royal Botanical Gardens. The arched roofs of the iconic Sydney Opera House were instantly recognisable through the garden's trees as we meandered along the pathways. Once the opera house was before us, we felt as if we stood before a cathedral with its tall arches and faces of glass that lit up when the sun briefly dared to show its face. Across the bay, another icon, the Sydney Harbour Bridge, stood in steel and stone, to watch the many ferries pass before its broad body.
We walked along the quay and through the traffic of people around the ferry terminals before entering the historic ‘Rocks’ where early Sydney was forged. Small 19th century buildings lined the streets, retained and in contrast to the modern face of a city now towering above it. The cold and the rain deterred us from lingering but will we seek to return again to explore this part of the city further.Baca selengkapnya
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- Sabtu, 18 Juli 2015 09.29
- ⛅ 11 °C
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AustraliaBondi Pavilion33°53’27” S 151°16’35” E
Bondi Beach, Sydney
18 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C
After seeing blue skies from the shower room window, Alex bounced up the stairs like a child on Christmas morning, to look out across the roof terrace at a cloudless Sydney morning. Eager to make the most of this break in the poor weather we decided to hike the Bondi Beach to Coogee Beach coastal trail (there might have been no clouds but it still wasn’t sunbathing weather). This is a 12km return trail but because we are complete hiking masochists by now we decided to walk to and from Bondi Beach adding a further 12km to this.
We walked through Kings Cross with its bustling farmer’s market and cafes serving coffee and artisan eggs on toast to a weekend brigade. Past car dealerships selling super cars to the city’s financial elite we climbed up through Bellevue Hill with large homes sat behind gates and foliage, reminding us of Los Angeles. We gently descended down to Bondi Beach, which rose to prominence at the beginning and throughout the 20th century with the boom in surfing, which is now synonymous with this beach. The winter season did not keep people away and there were many on the trail, on the sands and even in the water. We past the famous Bondi Baths, swimming pools built adjacent and level to the sea. On a calm summer day this would be very appealing but today strong winds threw thunderous waves against the pools’ foundations that crashed upwards and across the calmer waters of the pools. On the trail we past people playing volleyball on the beach, boys playing rugby in the parks and a steady stream of runners along the trail. Sydney appears to have a positive attitude with being outside and active, even on a winter’s day.
The trail rose and fell to curve with the contours of the wild coastline. Moon face rock jutted out on the peninsulas to be buffeted by winds and sea spray whilst soft sands slept in quiet coves. A paint palette of colour covered the landscape, turquoise and cobalt waters thrashed white against yellow and brown of rock and sand, which was dressed on the edges in the greens of plant life.
Rounding a further peninsula we came across possibly the most scenic final resting place in the world, Waverly Cemetery, where old vaults and tombstones stretched down the hills to the very edge of the wild coastline (plots available apparently). Yet we did not rest until we reached Coogee Beach, eating lunch in front of captive audience of seagulls. On the return we blissfully found the winds at our backs to propel our aching knees and feet forward. Stopping to marvel at surfers twist and turn their way through chaotic waves, we finished the final return leg to our hostel before the sun came down.
Tomorrow we may sit.Baca selengkapnya
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- Minggu, 19 Juli 2015 09.42
- ⛅ 11 °C
- Ketinggian: 105 ft
AustraliaThe Mint Museum33°52’9” S 151°12’46” E
Sydney
19 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C
After our journeys through the art and natural world we decided to take a trip back in time to discover how Sydney and Australia was formed at the Hyde Barracks Museum, a World Heritage Site that exhibits ‘Convict Sydney’.
The carefully restored 19th century barracks is rather inconspicuous beyond being atheistically appealing amongst the typical backdrop of city office blocks. Yet this belies its significance in the founding of this nation. Long before its co-ordinated streets, beautiful gardens and iconic landmarks were constructed, Sydney was a small swampy penal colony. As crime and imprisonment spiralled in Britain, policy makers sought a new deterrent by sending those convicted to Australia to serve their sentences.
The barracks’ brick and timber structure was built by the same hands of those who were sent under this policy who were used as a cheap source of labour for the construction of the city’s infrastructure. Rooms on the top floor of the barracks house long rows of hammocks where some of these sent resided. Other displays illustrated the conditions experienced and whilst we have heard a number of well-meaning jokes about the country being full of convicts (particularly from Kiwis in New Zealand), it’s a sad and compelling foundation to a city and country. It was unsurprising to learn that by the 1840s the citizens of Sydney petitioned against receiving any further ships of convicts from Britain due to both the repeated offending of some as well as exposure to the treatment dealt out by officials. Hangings, lashings and chain gangs evoked images of the slave trade in the Americas.
Yet despite Sydney no longer receiving convicts, other places in the country continued to do so for many years to come. In total, over a period of nearly 80 years, 166,000 men, women and children were deported from Britain to Australia. Such genealogy used to be source of shame and was hidden by families. Yet with changing attitudes since the 1970s it has almost become a ‘badge of honour’ to have a convict ancestor. The museum contained a census of names but we found no Stringers or Radloffs.
Even after the cessation of this policy, many thousands of people continued to be ‘assisted’ to migrate to Australia and the museum also told their stories. Young women and children whose parents/families had died or were unable to care for them were sent through the 19th and into the 20th century due to Australia being naively, even negligently, seen as an answer to British societal woes. To further appreciate this we would highly recommend reading/watching ‘Oranges and Sunshine’, a powerful representation of the abusive child migration programmes that existed well into the 20th century.Baca selengkapnya

Kim and Alex
Note the inscription - 'Lash designed by Superintendent Slade is made by Barracks men for Barracks backs'

Kim and Alex
This poor bugger was sentenced to 14 years for 'stealing fowls' but eventually received his 'freedom' back
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- Senin, 20 Juli 2015 19.12
- ⛅ 15 °C
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AustraliaByron Bay28°38’0” S 153°35’53” E
Sydney to Byron Bay
20 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C
Although we were leaving Sydney for Byron Bay, our Greyhound bus did not depart until 6:00pm, giving us the day to spend in the city.
We wandered back through the tranquil floral expanse of The Royal Botanical Gardens to sit upon Mrs Macquarie's Chair and look out upon Sydney's harbour. The chair was carved out of the rock at the start of the 19th century for the wife of the city's governor as she regularly visited the vantage point.
From there we walked around Farm Cove, which gave us panoramic views of the city. Ferries slipped in and out of view as they rounded the opera house to enter the quay. The steady flow of traffic rippling the waters out to the edge of the cove. Tourists took photographs whilst the locals simply tried to get on with their day. Sat back against the tree line a large stone engraving commemorated the point where Queen Elizabeth II first came ashore in Australia on her tour in 1954.
Once back at the ferry quay we ventured into The Rocks, where the weather had previously deterred us from exploring. At a small museum we learnt that the area had traditionally housed ex-convicts and working class families who were heavily involved in the construction of the city, including its harbour bridge. They had to vehemently resist attempts through the 20th century to develop and modernise the area, which would have seen its buildings bulldozed and its history lost for high rise offices to house big business. Fortunately it was conserved and we stopped to soak in the atmosphere (and some beer) at The Lord Nelson, Australia's oldest pub brewery.
Darkness descended and it was time to board the bus for our 13 hour journey to Byron Bay. We chose to travel overnight so we didn't have to spend a whole day sitting on a bus but it also spared the cost of a night's accommodation (backpacker budgets). The journey wasn't as bad as expected because we managed to sleep through most of it!Baca selengkapnya
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- Selasa, 21 Juli 2015 17.34
- ⛅ 15 °C
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AustraliaByron Bay28°38’1” S 153°35’54” E
Byron Bay
21 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C
We were tired and disorientated when we set foot off the bus into the dim early morning light of Byron Bay. We staggered into the local supermarket for breakfast supplies before slanting off like backpacking zombies in the direction of our hostel.
The hostel offers a free shuttle bus service at specific times of the day but we had just missed one and another did not arrived for 2 hours. So we lugged ourselves and our rucksacks through the wet gloom. Now we never have or will expect any sympathy as we are on a brilliant adventure, however the walk to the hostel was one of the most difficult we have encountered due to the wet weather and fatigue. We like to think we’re a pretty determined pair but at one point we both dumped our bags down for a breather and to gain a better sense of direction.
As it was we arrived at the hostel quickly after this and it was much to our relief that the ACDC loving surfer/receptionist let us check in 6 hours before we normally should be able to. After showers, breakfast and a nap we felt a lot better and when the weather perked up we strolled back into town along the wide golden beach that is a stone’s throw from the hostel.
Byron Bay has a strong surfing culture and the town reminded us of Queenstown with its trendy cafes and shops selling apparel related to its adopted sport. Tomorrow we plan to try some surfing ourselves but today we just hung out in hammocks in the hostel’s garden of palms, ferns and birdlife.Baca selengkapnya
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- Rabu, 22 Juli 2015 20.05
- ⛅ 15 °C
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AustraliaAngels Beach28°50’45” S 153°36’15” E
Byron Bay
22 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C
The night’s rain dripped methodically off the garden’s foliage as we breakfasted on a creamy porridge with strawberries, bananas and oven roasted nuts. Tie-dye sheets hung from a sheltered washing line whilst a colony of ants marched up a drainpipe. Out of sight wildlife nattered and chirped, making the sounds of laser beams and rattles.
We decided to immerse ourselves into this hipster surfer’s paradise by taking a morning class of yoga. Drawing back the heavy fabric door, we ducked into a marque tent of Hindu imagery, calming music and scented candles. We sat in a semi-circle of mats as our calm instructor, Jane, took us through a class of restorative moves. Kim had tried yoga before but never with Alex, for whom this was a first. Whilst it took time for our brains to truly relax by the final ‘svastha’ we were completely ‘chilled out’.
Feeling like new age hipsters and beaming with energy we took a quick lunch before heading off for an afternoon surf lesson. Our instructor, James, was every bit the stereotype we had in our minds of an Australian surfer ‘dude’. Tanned skin, crow’s feet around his eyes and a beard peppered with greys whilst his sun bleached hair was tied back. Radiating cool with his accent and persona, he looked like he might have been born on a wave. After donning our wetsuits and receiving beach side instruction we took our boards out onto the waves.
Treading the water, we watched and waited with giddy anticipation as the waves rolled in. Jumping up onto our boards we paddled hard as the rush of white water clipped the back accelerating us forward. This was our signal to get up into a standing position and surf our way out. However describing it and rehearsing it on the beach is one thing, doing it and staying upright on the board was another. As the staff said, ‘practice practice practice’ and once we started we couldn’t get enough. Our wetsuits and adrenaline kept us warm as we nosedived and tumbled into the water again and again. Salt water filled our mouths and blurred our vision but each time we strode back out into the waves, eager to improve our technique.
When the moment came that we succeeded, it was exhilarating, so much so that all the technique left us and we fell back into the water whopping with laughter. As our session came to an end James announced ‘one more wave’ but neither of us wanted to leave and we sneaked in as many waves as we could before it was finally time to go.
Alas there are no photographs of us surfing to share as we were unable to take our own and the company running the surf lesson wanted alot of money for just the few pictures of us. Those that they showed us were more funny than cool but we had a brilliant time!Baca selengkapnya

Kim and Alex
NOT our photograph - taken from TripAdvisor. This is the beach where we took our surf lesson
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- Kamis, 23 Juli 2015 19.23
- ⛅ 17 °C
- Ketinggian: 105 ft
AustraliaPetrie Bright27°27’37” S 153°1’43” E
Byron Bay to Brisbane
23 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C
We left Byron Bay as rain and festival goers descended for the weekend’s Splendour Music Festival. Where it had coasted, the town now bustled. Hundreds of excited arrivals sought out wellingtons and tarpaulin as tattoos, piercings and long hair mingled with lost faces and wild eyes. The smells of wet pavement, oil bus exhaust and body odour intermingled.
Our bus took us away from the frenzy, through a cleansing carwash of rain to cross the state border into Queensland and our destination Brisbane. Fortunately once we arrived the rain clouds dispersed and the sun reappeared to welcome us like an old friend. Walking from the bus station to our hostel the air was humid and the sun warm against our skin. We went down to t-shirts (Alex even broke out the shorts) and the hostel owner asked with surprise if we were cold. We laughed freely as whilst it might be winter, at 18 degrees it was positively summer compared to our experiences in New Zealand.
We returned into the city to explore what we could before moving on tomorrow (we plan to return for longer when we travel back to Sydney). We walked along the banks of the River Brisbane as ferries jetted back and forth and the locals docked their pleasure boats by the entrance to the city’s gardens. Through the tree shaded walkways the scent of orange drifted on the air. Mangroves sat in the shallows as the late afternoon stretched shadows and cast amber onto the water. Rounding the peninsula and returning into the city we past old colonial design, white verandas laced with dark green palm that gave way to fire forged brick and gothic churches on English street names, all echoing days of Empire.Baca selengkapnya
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- Jumat, 24 Juli 2015
- ☀️ 22 °C
- Ketinggian: 36 ft
AustraliaRainbow Beach25°54’9” S 153°5’27” E
Brisbane to Rainbow Beach
24 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C
The title of 'Sunshine State' for Queensland did not disappoint as we moved northward. It was a novelty for the temperature on the bus to be cooler than that outside.
It is true what we were told by those we met in New Zealand and who had travelled this part of Australia. In New Zealand the distances between points of interest are shorter and the scenery more compelling. Where as in this part of Australia it can be hours and hours of motorway and bush. The only thing worth writing home about on the way to our destination was a giant kangaroo model at the Matilda roadside services. It was big.
Rainbow Beach is a sleepy (for winter) seaside town where all the hostels are on one street. We stopped there because it's our launch pad to Fraser Island where we'll spend the weekend on a 4WD tour. We strolled across the small town and along its much larger beach before heading up to the Carlo Sandblow, a giant sand dune sitting above the town.
As we broke out of the forested pathway we were greeted by a desert landscape that bowled from East to West. In the fading light the eastern side threw shadows of blue whilst the western edge burned orange against the setting sun. We sat on the sandy slopes, high above the tree line, to watch the sun make its final descent. The sky turned rust to gold to lilac in the peaceful minutes before darkness enveloped us.Baca selengkapnya
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- Hari 97
- Sabtu, 25 Juli 2015
- ⛅ 22 °C
- Ketinggian: 354 ft
AustraliaYankee Jack Lake25°33’54” S 152°59’49” E
Rainbow Beach to Fraser Island
25 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C
We departed early to catch the ferry to Fraser Island and make the most of the day. Collected in a converted off-road military transport we squeezed onto the platform of the small barge that transports traffic across the beach heads. With no dock the barge cruised right onto the island's southern beach and we rushed off the ramp with the other vehicles like an amphibious invasion.
It felt like 'Wacky Racers' as we shot off across the long strip of beach between tide and forest. Our Mercedes engine roaring hard to accelerate over the sand and leave a field of 4x4s in our wake.
We passed those who had arrived before us, collecting fishing bait from the sands whilst a lone Dingo shadowed them. With only 250 of the species on the entire island we were lucky to see this one at all. Nevertheless there are many warning signs to the predatory nature of the Dingos and how to keep yourself safe from attacks (go big, go aggressive - lesson for life right?).
We stopped at Lake Mckenzie where a white silica beach slid into the waters, dropping quickly and deeply, changing the colour from aqua to cobalt to almost black at its centre. Within 2-3 metres from the shoreline you were up to your neck and although the temperature was cold, our bodies quickly adjusted under the warm protection of the sun. The water was beautifully clear and the silica is so fine that it can be used as an exfoliant.
Fraser Island's mass is completely sand but it is very diverse in both plant and wildlife. We walked through humid rainforest of giant ferns, straggling vines and towering trees. Water silently flowed through shallow sandy creeks, giving the illusion that the water was static. This is because our minds associate flowing water with the sound it makes over rock beds, which does not exist here.
After hiking through forests of white gum, satnay and kauri trees we stopped to rest in an opening where our heads turned full tilt to look up to the canopy above. A patchwork of light and foliage played in the sky with the only sounds in the cooling air being bird calls and our own breathing.Baca selengkapnya
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- Minggu, 26 Juli 2015
- ☀️ 24 °C
- Ketinggian: 85 ft
AustraliaEurong25°32’30” S 153°6’31” E
Fraser Island
26 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C
Deep culverts in the sand roads threw us about in our seats as we traversed our way out of the rainforest's emerald green cover to drive up the beach to the Maheno shipwreck.
The Maheno was a steam cruise liner that once held the time for the fastest crossing between Sydney to Auckland. During the First World War it was used as a hospital ship before becoming obsolete and sold for scrap. When its tow lines broke during a storm it became wrecked on the sands of Fraser Island. Used as target practice by the Australian Navy it is now a ghostly husk of itself.
Barnacles and limpets clung to its decaying underbelly, it's metal skeleton a brittle black stained with streaks and botches of rust. Port holes and steam exhausts silhouetted against the bright colours of sand and wave. This lonely fossil stands in contrast to all around it, viewable for miles on the flat open sands.
Further up the beach we sat in rock pools named the Champagne Pools because of the fizz that the tide creates when the white water crashes over the outer rocks. Whilst the angry sea frothed outside, the pools were an oasis of calm. Scales glittered beneath a rippling glass of water as fish of many sizes and colours darted away from our feet to disappear under rocks or deeper water. Flanks of Silver, specks of bronze and gold and stripes of black and white led a colourful parade.
On the cliffs at Indian Head, sea and sky met in perfect union as the beach swept away on either side. The rocks plummeted down to where two metre long sharks patrolled the swaying surf. Rays stealthy glided beneath the chop whilst further out dolphins crested the waves. In the distance a puff a spray denoted a whale's movement.
Finally at Eli Creek, where fresh water floated down through quiet bush to meet the beach, we floated on rubber tubes between sand bars and beneath the tendrils of hanging trees. The water was cold and clear as the air was held still and warm in the shelter of the creek.Baca selengkapnya
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- Senin, 27 Juli 2015 19.15
- 🌙 18 °C
- Ketinggian: 36 ft
AustraliaRainbow Beach25°54’9” S 153°5’26” E
Fraser Island to Rainbow Beach
27 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ 🌙 18 °C
Morning sunlight beamed in stripes through the rainforest canopy, catching bark and leaf on its way down to the forest floor. Trees reached skyward as if they were dancers stretching before a performance. The dimensions of the forest changed as we bounced along the sandy track to Lake Birabeen, where like Lake McKenzie, white silica beaches led out to clear fresh waters.
We carried inflatable paddle boards out to the water's edge and took them out onto the midnight blue lake. A cool wind created ripples that bounced under our feet, firmly planted on the boards. We drove our paddles down to propel out of the shallows and into the deep. Quickly figures on the beach shrank and the only noises were the wind whispering past our ears, the cut of the paddles and the slap of water on the boards. Tensing our bodies to maintain balance and avoid a cold bath we steered our way around grass rushes and back to shore.
Afterwards we hiked out to the Hammerstone Sandblow, at the bottom of which lies Lake Wabby. Although we had already hiked the Carlo Sandblow at Rainbow Beach, the enormity of Hammerstone put Carlo in its shadow. Walking out of the forest trail we were taken aback by the desert landscape before us. The tiny figures of other hikers near the lake gave further perspective whilst black crows cried overhead. We followed markers down to the lake and although the temperature was in the mid 20s it felt hotter as we pulled our feet through the silky sands. It was tempting to break into a run down to its inviting waters of the lake. However we had been warned that every year people break their necks falling down the dunes or attempting to drive straight into the shallow waters. Taking heed, we trod carefully down the steep slope to bask in the sunshine and tranquility of the lake.
So peaceful was it that Alex fell asleep, although this may have had something to do with the amount of food he had consumed in the last 24 hours. As we had paid for this trip long before we left the UK, we had forgotten that it was inclusive of food. Breakfasts, lunches and dinners were buffet style and in Alex's case, a literal all-you-eat-food-coma-inducing-bonanza. We eat healthy both at home and when we've been travelling but put Alex in front of a 'free' buffet and something takes over. The good news he did not go 'bang' and lives to see another buffet...Baca selengkapnya
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- Selasa, 28 Juli 2015 17.05
- ⛅ 25 °C
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Rainbow Beach to Agnes Water
28 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 25 °C
It was another uneventful bus journey to Agnes Water (apart from a comical elderly couple with mobility scooters and helmets) so this is a good time to mention the group we shared our Fraser Island trip with.
There were 14 of us in total, which was lucky considering that some groups are as big as 40 and there was a good mix of nationalities. There was Tais, a teacher from Sao Paolo who travelled all the way to Australia to learn English only to meet more Brazilians including her boyfriend; Johanna and Karolina, bubbly trainee doctors from Stockholm and larger than life law student Querijn from Amsterdam who brought a sleeping bag, 2 cartons of wine and a bottle of vodka with him (he told us he was prepared to 'party' in a heavy Dutch accent). There were also 2 German couples from Stuttgart and Dosseldorf and 4 Dutch girls. We were the only English travellers but English became the default language. We all got on well but other than Querijn, who may be in Cairns around the same time as us, we will not meet them again. Unlike in the USA and New Zealand where we travelled with a group for a duration of time, we are now meeting different people in different places for short periods of time before going our separate ways. We're still having great fun but it means that there isn't as much to tell about those we meet because it is so brief.
Our hostel in Agnes Water is interesting in that, unexpectedly, the walls to our double room do not fully reach the ceiling. This means that whilst we have the privacy of a wall and door, we are effectively sharing the room with 2 other double bedrooms in the building. An elaborate dorm room then?!Baca selengkapnya
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- Rabu, 29 Juli 2015 08.16
- ☀️ 18 °C
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Agnes Water
29 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 18 °C
Today marks the exact halfway point in our 6 month adventure! All the cliches come to mind; how quickly it has gone and how much we have done in such short space of time. But it is all true and the best bit? There is so much still to come!
After being confronted last night with our bedroom lacking the last 2 foot of its walls and the snoring of our neighbours storming over the parapet we had contemplated having to change hostels. Yet in the end it wasn't so bad, if you take away paying for a private room when it is not so private. So we've decided to stay, going as far as putting down some roots in this little town by booking to go surfing and touring to see kangaroos. We're practically residents now.
To celebrate our halfway point we spent the day at the beach under clear 24 degree heat. Gone are the rains that greeted us in Sydney and the snow of New Zealand's South Island is a distant memory. Fingers crossed this lasts, Queensland knows how to winter!Baca selengkapnya
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- Kamis, 30 Juli 2015 18.02
- ⛅ 19 °C
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Agnes Water
30 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C
In the glorious sunshine of Queensland we took another surf lesson out by the 'point break' (totally down with the lingo dude) on Agnes Water's main beach. This offered a great succession of waves for us to try and further our very basic surfing skills. Under the tutelage of Status Quo's missing member, Gorm, and the face of XXXX Gold, JD, we went grinning from ear to ear to be battered and splattered by the tide.
Marching out with boards under arm we pushed through oncoming waves, trying not to lose ourselves in the current. Lining up with our fellow pupils, we bobbed in the water, watching the rising swell of an incoming wave, anticipating the power it would bring. Trying to clear our minds of adrenaline so when the moment came we could fluidly put into action the techniques we had learnt, we paddled hard for shore as the white water caught up with us. Time and again we popped up from
our boards to try and ride out the wave without nose diving and collapsing into the torrent.
Second time round we felt we had more confidence but it still took persistence and patience. But when success came it was brilliant. Alex remembers achieving this at the same time as the another pupil next to him and them both looking at each other laughing with success and pride.
Peeling out of our wetsuits as the sun's warmth quickly dried us, we munched on a tuna sandwich to re-energise our tired bodies and showered the sea and sand off our bodies. In quick time we went back out to tour the local area for wild wallabies on scooters with 'Scooteroo', a company of bikers that made us look like a poor man's 'Sons of Anarchy'. It was as hilarious and brilliant as it sounds. Neither of us have ever ridden anything more powerful than a push bike and it was a steep learning curve. After we wobbled around the training circuit it was time to try the open road. Kim chose to ride 'koala' on the back of the one of staff's motorbikes, which thundered down the line of scooters to whip the air through her hair and around her leathers. Meanwhile Alex scootered it up like a Jax Teller wannabe (he was not but no wallabies were harmed so it all ended ok).
After seeing the wallabies we rode to the marina at Bustard Bay to eat hot potato wedges as the sun bowed out over the water. The air was filled with the sounds of throttle and the smell of petrol as we accelerated back to Agnes Water. The sun glinted off the scooter's chrome and the wind feathered our faces. A brilliant end to a brilliant day.
(There should be more photos coming but these are all we have on our phones at the moment)Baca selengkapnya

Carol Stringer
There's a new BBC 1 trailer showing surfers going round in circles. It must be you and Kim!
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- Jumat, 31 Juli 2015 17.43
- ⛅ 22 °C
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Agnes Water to Cairns Part I
31 Juli 2015, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C
We checked out of our hostel by 10:00am but our bus to Cairns was not until 9:00pm. The bus journey will last 21 hours with us not arriving in Cairns until 6:00pm tomorrow evening. Clearly the only way to prepare yourself for such an epic bus ride is to spend the day at the beach.
The sun continued to reign supreme in its amphitheatre of unblemished royal blue sky as hot grains of sand slipped through our toes. We found a place to sunbathe and watched as people came and went to surf the waves. Tanned skin, sun bleached hair and a variety of boards paraded past as symbols of East Coast life. Later in the day, released from their classrooms, children arrived with their own boards tucked under their arms with the casualness of heading out on a bike ride.
Palms swayed and rustled gently in the sea breeze and the dry heat of the winter's sun massaged us into a sense of the good life. On 'Scooteroo' yesterday we met a young Irish couple who had lived and worked in Perth for the last two years and were briefly travelling the East Coast before returning home to Ireland. They admitted that the first months were the hardest and even after 2 years decided to return to Ireland rather than extend their visas. We recognise that it is one thing to travel and another to live in a country no matter how beautiful or great the weather might be.
Having gone through the motions of getting ourselves ready, the time to board our bus arrived. Agnes Water grew on us during our short stay and we were sad to say goodbye.
The bus trundled off into a night landscape, where only the occasional silhouette of trees could be seen from our side window. In the headlights of the bus, yellow diamond road signs flicked past the front like counted sheep as our eyelids grew heavy...Baca selengkapnya
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- Sabtu, 01 Agustus 2015 19.27
- 🌙 20 °C
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Agnes Water to Cairns Part II
1 Agustus 2015, Australia ⋅ 🌙 20 °C
The fake leather seats squeaked in protest as we scrunched our bodies to find a position offering enough comfort to fall asleep into. We slept fitfully, unable to recognise whether we had in fact fallen asleep when waking until the clock told us another few hours had passed by.
Woken by the driver's announcement of a stop, we found daylight had returned. At a tired roadside cafe we wolfed down bright yellow scrambled eggs and buttered toast.
An endless line of telegraph poles shadowed the arrow flight road on which we travelled. Turnings to farms whisked by as their lands stretched out across to the West. Skeletal cows grazed on mustard pastures as outback windmills fluttered, their metal fins glinting in the sun, to draw up water to the surface. White gum trees, their bases blackened bases by bush fires, dotted the grasslands to offer scant shade. Further on where woodland thickened, mint and auburn leaves clung to their branches.
Hour dripped after hour in a ground hog dog day as we rolled past a white road sign that prophetically instructed 'Survive This Drive'.
Our only other stop before Cairns was to grab lunch. We solemnly ate chicken burgers in a waterfront town, relieved at the fresh air and food whilst contemplating the hours and miles still to go. With the taste of the burger still in our mouths we hesitantly got back onto the bus, consoling ourselves that only a few hours remained.
Relief and fresh air were breathed in deeply when we finally arrived in the mild humidity of a Cairns' winter evening. However the true relief came when we stretched out on the bed at our hostel, the journey's punishment slowly melting out of us. We had 'survived the drive'.Baca selengkapnya
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- Minggu, 02 Agustus 2015
- ⛅ 26 °C
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Cairns
2 Agustus 2015, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C
After sinking into oblivion on soft clean linen we awoke to birdsong and sunlight crowding the blinds to our bedroom windows. As we stretched out and pulled our minds up to meet the day, the vestiges of a 'bus hangover' lingered in our bones.
Once revived on a hearty breakfast in the shade of palms and ferns and begun much needed laundry (absolutely no clean underwear left whatsoever) we took ourselves over to the hostel's small swimming pool to relax under the sun.
We had heard how humid Cairns can become during the summer due to its tropical climate, yet even in the winter it was still noticeably humid compared to further south. The ceiling fan in our room circled hypnotically to stir the thick afternoon air as sweat pricked at the back of our necks. The cool polished timber flooring reflected the sunlight and kissed the soles of our feet. Bright red flowers bloomed outside our window whilst our laundry dried on the line below. The yells of playing children mixed with the cries and whistles of birds to form a soundtrack to the peaceful Sunday afternoon.
We began to feel as if we had arrived on a small vacation within our bigger adventure.Baca selengkapnya
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- Senin, 03 Agustus 2015 11.07
- ☀️ 26 °C
- Ketinggian: 33 ft
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Cairns
3 Agustus 2015, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 26 °C
After months of backpacking Kim decided it was time to treat herself to a haircut so we went to the shiny air conditioned bubble of a nearby shopping centre for the morning. Whilst Kim was pampered Alex pondered life’s big questions (did he heck but he was determined to not cut his mullet). By lunchtime we were back sunning ourselves at the hostel’s swimming pool when poetically the Lion King’s ‘Hakuna Matata’ played out through the hostel’s sound system. The sun hammered down onto our skin as we melted into the white plastic sunbeds.
The white light of the sun gave way to amber shades as dusk entered stage for the day’s final act. Lights turned on and the courtyard filled with hungry patrons awaiting the hostel’s Monday Night BBQ. Our host/the hostel’s co-owner, Gabriel, an Australian of rugby statue and easy humour, served up barbequed kangaroo, emu, crocodile, barramundi (Asian sea bass), hake and beef sausages along with salads and fresh bread. The kangaroo oozed blood of a rare rump steak (it has to be cooked this way as otherwise it becomes very tough), whilst the emu was a finer medium fillet steak but both tasting more game than beef. The crocodile was a chewy version of a chicken breast. Supposedly crocodile tastes similar to the last thing it ate but having never tried human, we can’t tell you if this one had been a man-eater. The white flaky fish dissolved on the palette and the beef sausages were full of flavour. Washed down with bottles of Corona it was an exceptional and satisfying feed. Alex had thirds…
However this was not to be the end of our very enjoyable evening as a competition was then held to see which patron could best play a digeridoo. Asking for three contestants, Kim was inadvertently selected when she attempted to point out another woman volunteering (who was subsequently picked). Whilst the two were given digeridoos, the third contestant, Josh from Burnley (who bore a resemblance to Alex’s youngest brother Joel) was given a vacuum tube to play on. Hilarity ensued with all of the contestants doing well. For her impressive efforts Kim collected the prize a hostel branded t-shirt, which she was very pleased with as she had been thinking about getting one anyway.Baca selengkapnya
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- Selasa, 04 Agustus 2015
- ☀️ 24 °C
- Ketinggian: 679 ft
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Atherton Tablelands
4 Agustus 2015, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C
The sun was still rising as we readied ourselves to tour the Atherton Tablelands, so named as its farms feed the dinner tables of northern Queensland. However it's interest for us was its rainforests, wildlife and waterfalls. After meeting our driver guide, Josh, and an international collective of fellow travellers we headed out to the forested hillsides surrounding Cairns and the valley it lies within. Leaving urban clutter behind, our old bus (650,000+ kms on the clock) revved its way up narrow switch back roads to ascend over the hills and onto the Tablelands' plateau.
Our first stop was at Lake Eacham, encircled by rainforest and covered by clear sky, the greens and blue reflecting turquoise on the glass surface. Walking out of the forest shade, along the cool metal walkway of a pontoon we took turns to jump out into the light and crash down into the cool water. Now fully awake we swam and kept afloat around the pontoon whilst trying to see our feet and the lake bed through the cloudy depths.
Back on land we ate juicy kiwi fruit and melon whilst watching turtles leisurely glide under the surface of the shallows. When asked about temperatures of the water that we would be swimming in during the day, Josh explained that whilst he could give degrees these meant little to most people. Instead he advised of the 'nipple test' where the temperatures were graded between 1 (the ever warm waters of the Great Barrier Reef) and 10 (a winter's swim in the North Sea). Whilst the swim at Lake Eacham had been a 2-3, our next swim at the Dinner Falls was to be a 4.
After dipping her toe into the dark shaded pool at our next stop, Dinner Falls, Kim wisely chose to not dive in. However Alex could not be deterred and took his turn on the rock to jump out. The gasps and faces of the other divers should have told him and Alex's face as he swam back out of the water read something higher than '4'. Rainbow colours shimmered above the spray as we moved across the rock shelf to where sunlight sneaked its way through the rainforest canopy. The water current flowed silently past until it reached the tipping point of a further drop, where it turned white and crashed forward out of sight.
Warmer and drier we left the rainforest and drove out along Queensland's highest roads to take lunch upon Crawford’s Lookout, where a panorama of forest and farmland spread out before us. Afterwards we went to Millaa Millaa Falls, the scenery for both Peter Andre's music video 'Mysterious Girl' and the Herbal Essences shampoo adverts. At Millaa Millaa the water pours out a cliff face of hanging vines, 20 metres above a shallow pool, creating a postcard waterfall image. Inching our way out across the slippery unseen rocks of the shallows, the cold waters eventually deepened for us to back stroke our way to the base of the falls where the water slapped down. Swimming through the current and under the spray we emerged on the rocks behind the cascading water. Rainbows flickered under the projection of water and light as we shouted to hear each other over the din.
Our last stop for the day was at Josephine Falls where we were able to use the rock face’s smooth incline as a natural water slide down the bottom section of the falls. Diving out into the (once again) cold waters of the pool we swam against the current to crawl up slimy rocks to the top of nature’s water slide. From there it was down on our backsides, whooping and yelling with legs and arms splayed as we flew into the frothing white waters.
Hot drinks and sugar helped our bodies recover from the fourth helping of body shock but we were elated by our time in the Tablelands. Hillsides became silhouettes against the changing shades of dusk and the eventual darkness pierced by the glowering lights of sugar cane fires, the sweet smell wafting through the bus.Baca selengkapnya
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- Rabu, 05 Agustus 2015 13.28
- ⛅ 25 °C
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Cairns
5 Agustus 2015, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 25 °C
So you may notice that today's post is full of yesterday's photographs. This is because we couldn't fit them all on yesterday's post and today has been spent by the swimming pool again, for which there are only so many photos/descriptions we can come up with.
A great aspect of travelling as we are is not just meeting local people in the places we go but also the wide variety of nationalities and personalities also travelling from around the world.
You'll see in these photos some of the fellow travellers we ventured with in the Tablelands; Sarah, Emma and Neil from Bristol; Ellin and Georgia from Wales; Mario from Germany; Izzie and her mother from California.
We have also met lots of others, both on the Tablelands trip and at our hostel in Cairns, briefly sharing travel stories and laughter over a drink or meal. Unfortunately we can't remember all their names such is the brevity of our passing in a river of backpacking faces. However there has been meditating Buddhist Swede, Oscar, and fellow didgeridoo competitor, Josh, and his girlfriend, Charlotte, from Burnley, who are just starting their 1 year trip in Australia.
We've found that by in large, regardless of the many differences we might have with those we meet, the shared interests of travel, sport, food and music can transcend all the other crap in the world. For a little while at least, 'the kids are alright'.Baca selengkapnya
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- Kamis, 06 Agustus 2015 07.52
- ☀️ 17 °C
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Cairns
6 Agustus 2015, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C
It was another easy day in Cairns as we wandered down the sunny streets to the Lagoon, a man-made waterfront swimming pool (the city has no natural beaches). We past great fig trees that hung not with figs but with hundreds of bats, some patrolling around the nest whilst many others screeched in the morning heat. Opposite, tied to a chain-link fence, a small handwritten sign notified that Novotel had killed many of the bats by cutting down the trees on the land where their hotel and its grounds now sat. Contemplating this we walked on toward the esplanade and its shops. Outside a souvenir shop, a black office chair propped open the glass door, a sign on its seat proclaiming it as a ‘Man Chair’ for those men requiring respite from a shopping trip with their wives/girlfriends. This brought a smirk to Alex’s face and a wish that every shop had such provision.
Hillsides of dark green rainforest cupped the bay, where the tide was out, leaving caramel wet sands dotted with the white of pelicans and gulls to stretch out to a distant sea. Along the promenade we quickly found the Lagoon by the noise of families playing in its shallow waters. Steel sculptures of tropical fish were renovated by workmen whilst lifeguards in yellow and red patrolled mahogany decking littered with sunbathers. We spent the best part of the day lazing in the tropical heat, only leaving as the shadows grew across the park. Back along the promenade uniformed school children made their way home as street art decorated our own path back.Baca selengkapnya





























































































































































Kim and Alex
Hand rolled wood fired salmon and cream cheese bagels for breakfast
Kim and Alex
Winter scenes in Auckland
Kim and Alex
We haven't shown this before because let's face it there are more interesting things but it's example of how New Zealand can be an expensive place to live, particularly Auckland. 1 red pepper costs approx. £2 each! A stem of broccoli is about the same. And they grow them here!