the end was just the beginning
I have an uneasy relationship with travel, which is a strange thing to say when I spend so much time planning trips. As I wait at airports to fly home, a low mood invariably presses down on me. It is hard to define why I feel that way. It isn’t as simple as being sad... Continue Reading →
Returning to reality after our cruise was a bit thud-like. Flights from Hobart on January 2 were prohibitively expensive, so we went the long way via Melbourne. Our Hobart takeoff was delayed by a late delivery of Tassie seafood to the cargo hold so we missed our connecting flight to Sydney. When I finally got... Continue Reading →
Almost a year to the day after we travelled down the Derwent River and across the ocean to New Zealand on a cruise, DD and I sailed back up the river to Hobart for New Year’s Eve. After anchoring in gorgeous Norfolk Bay the night prior, we visited Port Arthur for a few hours, where... Continue Reading →
We woke on day three of our Sydney to Hobart cruise to blessedly calm waters and stunning scenery. Before breakfast Captain Andy guided the ship into Wineglass Bay for a scenic tour. As we sat down to Eggs Benedict, a pod of dolphins frolicked in the waves beside us. In the afternoon we embarked on... Continue Reading →
We woke on day two of our cruise to the awful news that two sailors competing in the Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race had tragically died during the night, the first fatalities since 1998. Catastrophic conditions in 1998 saw six sailors die, five yachts sink and more than 60 yachts retire - the boats were... Continue Reading →
How was your Chrissie and New Year? Mine got off to a rocky start. Surprise! While it's usually me that gets sick during the festive season (I've lost two Christmases to COVID-19) this year it was those around me who suffered. The youngest was crook as Rookwood with tonsillitis, glandular fever and a cold, which... Continue Reading →
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