I don’t think I had placed quite as much expectation on any other place as I had on Kondoolka. My general strategy is to look for certain keywords in the descriptions people submit to WWOOF: conversation, learning, teaching, welcome, curious… good food. It tends to make for warm, homey, cozy sort of arrangements, but it …
Kondoolka Jillaroo – or, where I learned to dock and tag the lambsRead More »
It was a pleasure to be able to watch the surfers out on the waves this beautiful afternoon in Streaky Bay. I took a zillion photos of them, and I wanted to share. There is a grace and freedom and strength in this sport, and a certain zen-like calm amidst the rushing adrenaline that has …
Streaky Bay: there’s not much, and yet a whole world to say about it. My wildest ride so far, and one that seems most like a dream. It reminded me that no matter where you go, the chance for larger-than-life people and adventure are just around the corner, and that things are not always what …
I’m really watching what I eat now and its value in my body. I’m afraid this whole WWOOF-ing thing is ruining me for the general mindless way we operate in the city. I’m becoming addicted to stepping outside to collect the ingredients of my dinner: peppery, deep green rocket leaves that feel like fireworks exploding …
Bountiful – or, Falling in love with South AustraliaRead More »
The bus pulled through green, rolling countryside and up steep hillsides into the village of Daylesford, a magnet for creatives, artisans, and the spiritually enlightened, on a sunny Friday afternoon. It is a town of about 3000 permanent souls, expanding every weekend as hordes of urbanites make the hour and a half trek from Melbourne …
On the farm! (ish) – or, Adventures in DaylesfordRead More »
There was a sense of coming home, in that cab ride from the airport into Sydney. It felt like an odd mixture of Toronto, and snippets of every European city I’ve ever been to. The tree-lined streets, the front gardens, the traffic congestion, the glittery high-street shops, the wrought iron details on balconies and front …
The Brisbane2Byron shuttle cost us a cool $38 dollars, and was a comfortable 2-hour ride from city. Greyhound was 9 bucks cheaper but 2 hours longer on account of the different stops, so we were more than happy to shell out more cash to hang out on the beach sooner. Also, the bus driver with …
The flight down over the desert alone was worth the ticket. In some weird way it reminds me of the Reef, in a strange, upside down sort of way. You know when you take a photo and add the “negative” filter over it, so all the colours are inverted? Exactly the same here. Instead of …
Sometimes I wish I had bought the bigger backpack, but then again, there are a few things I’m sending home with mom, and a bigger bag would just mean more crap I don’t really need on my back. All I know is that packing up your entire life twice a week is becoming a pain …
Brisbane – or, Where I Discovered Starbucks only gives you 1 hour of Wi-Fi at a TimeRead More »
The Reef Ok – disclaimer right off the bat: I didn’t get an underwater digital camera and so I don’t have images of the reef yet. I did have disposable underwater cameras, but I’m not getting those pictures until mom’s back in Canada and develops them and sends them over to be posted. Instead, let …
Hanging out in Paradise…or, The Great Barrier Reef & Whitehaven BeachRead More »