The Tasman Sea rushed in intermittently, making entry into the cave difficult. I’d decided it was too dangerous for kids, until, upon closer inspection, I grabbed them one at a time and hoisted them into the sepia darkness. Unwary Chinese…
Long When I heard the world’s longest experiment was just down the road from my house, and it was free, I had to take a look. Located in the physics building at the University of Queensland, the experiment is one…
I get a little nostalgic when I think of Cangas de Onís in northern Spain, partly because of its ‘puente’ or ‘Roman’ bridge, which arches impressively over the River Sella. I’m often drawn towards old bridges, as they’re typically pretty,…
When I think of a city hall, I think of Gotham City that resides in Batman’s fictional land of injustice. In Australia these places are a rarity and my hometown of Brisbane contains the country’s only city hall to reside…
Eager to try out my new OZtrail camping gear, the family and I hit the road for a weekend away in Rathdowney, which is part of Queensland’s gobsmackingly beautiful Scenic Rim. Being high summertime, the campground looked a bit parched…
A foliage-covered monolith sweeps towards the wastelands, where the sirocco drinks from quiet hills and breathes life into dust. Above parched hues of gold and lustier green, houses are perched theatrically, their backyards plummeting towards the tombs of desperate prisoners…
There’s a lane not far from my home which I often walk down. It’s a pleasant, 80 metre shortcut through the backstreets of Ashgrove, Brisbane. During the day it’s frequented by school kids, bike riders, pedestrians and bush turkeys, which…
Sounding like a cross between a bull, a deep belch and a boiling kettle, camels are creatures unlike any other. Over the years, I’ve had a few close encounters with these seemingly uncouth beasts – on a week long trip…
After experiencing the merciless sun, dust and parched hills of southern Spain, I decided to head north in search of my favourite colour – green. It was here that I discovered a land of lush meadows, jagged mountains, stews, cider…
As the plaque tells us, ‘its story began in an ancient, cold sea’. Today, the tessellated pavement lives on a mysterious shoreline at the bottom of the world. Some weed, double-crosses and an island I stood on the edge of…
I had the unfortunate experience of visiting Seville’s Real Alcázar (royal palace) in late July, when the city was a flaming inferno of pain and torture (it really was). However, I’d also heard very little about it prior to my…
Two hours before our ghost tour at Tasmania’s World Heritage convict site of Port Arthur, my friend and I were given free reign to explore. It’s a typically busy place, although this afternoon it was empty, as I imagined it…