adventure – Bay City Lola

Marked Safe from Cyclone Kirrily (and other tales)

I presently reside with my fat bottomed girl (Lola) on a property in a protective enclave bordered by hills of virgin (since Cyclone Debbie in 2017) forest and a little creek that runs out to sea. A cyclone is coming. It is muggy, stifling, dense weather with little reprieve from the brief though heavy showersContinueContinue reading “Marked Safe from Cyclone Kirrily (and other tales)”

A Tropical Home

The drive back to my temporary new home in Airlie Beach, from a little suburb outside Brisbane, Moorooka, where the lovely Lola had been parked up for 6 weeks for my travel to Melbourne, was 1,200kms of heavy, heavy rain. The Bruce so overwhelmed with rain on Tuesday, near zero visibility, aqua-planning across the roadContinueContinue reading “A Tropical Home”

The Great Escape

There was no time. Borders were rapidly shuttered to pandemic-ravaged Melbournians when I caught the last quarantine-free flight to Sydney and onward to Ballina, headed further north on the first leg of my epic adventure, to Byron Bay at the heart of Van Land to buy a campervan. Shedding decades of the same-sameness of everyContinueContinue reading “The Great Escape”