Two weeks on the go-go-go usually finds me sighing no-no-no! and circling within the tranquil charm of Tasmania I don’t feel any different. I turned to Reb at yet another suggest-you-see coastal panorama and confessed “babe, I’m knackered”. Regardless of it being Wednesday, I declared it an unofficial weekend and by late afternoon we were pitching up in a small caravan park and letting the abundance of Tasmania drift away over the panel fence. Continue reading ‘Toast the Coast’
Monthly Archive for March, 2009
I don’t think this weeks Reprint needs any words at all. Just look at him. He’s the cheerleader of the tour bus troop. I’m outspoken in my denial of there being a fundamental difference between a traveller and a tourist so I’ll choose my words carefully. Continue reading ‘The Reprint: ‘Monk Hunter’’
West side. Say it with me brother, west side, ayeee. Respekt. Yo yo homeboy, where s’your crib boy? In da hood on da west side homie… fo’ sure. For aeons and onwards there have been East vs. West sparring matches, and here on Australia’s island state, Tasmania it seems to be contested in a bloodless bout of beauty. Continue reading ‘Westside Story’
It’s a rite of passage that a traveller devour something they couldn’t find in their local café. Your friends expect it. Your family retches at it. People you meet on the road compete against it, and the bottom line is someone’s always gone one better. Continue reading ‘The Reprint: ‘Bon Appetit’’
In almost every country I’ve visited in Asia there is a town where artisans almost outnumber tourists. Undoubtedly talented, you can find the most amazing local and international art at guilt-pecking prices. In China it’s Lijiang. In India it’s Cochin. This image could have been anywhere, but it’s from the Balinese town of Ubud. Continue reading ‘The Reprint: ‘Split Personality’’
Listen up, friend. There’s an island whose freedom was stolen and hidden in caches along its bays. A place where animals line the roads in a final salute to Man. On the island, tribes gather around its rivers and mountains gather around its tribes. There are secrets that are whispered only in the valleys and there are truths that are only known in towns. My friend, the island is teeming in treasure of a thousand kinds and I’m here to let you in on the secret. The island, is called Tasmania. ‘Transylvania? Then the island must be full of vampires!’ No, you misheard – Tasmania. ‘Tanzania? That’s in Africa mate, it’s full of malaria!’ No! Listen, Tas-ma-ni-a. ‘TASMANIA! You rotten sod, that’s where the devil lives – you had me going there!’ Continue reading ‘Island Secrets’
