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It’s a man’s last refuge!” barked a stocky, middle-aged man to me as we sat on the outdoor patio of a pub in Brisbane, Australia. It was a hot and sticky February evening, typical...
Camping in Wales
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Green hills, seaside towns and lovely castles tarnished a mossy green from age. This is Wales. North Wales, that is. It may be just as full of English as England is, but it’s still...
Broken roads to open hearts
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Backpacking across Europe is perhaps a right of passage. Maybe I’m a bit behind the times? Australia is the new Europe when it comes to a popular destination for young backpackers: a plane...
The jive on jay walking
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I drive two vehicles, and not very often at the same time. I drive a large pickup truck for work and my Chevrolet Aveo on weekends. Big truck. Small car. Either way, if you...
Where’s Buddha?
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The tall, white high-rise apartments disappeared in the heavy fog as my gondola slowly ascended into the mountains of Lantau Island, one of the more beautiful islands of Hong Kong. I was on my...
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