Travel-logging
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….
Dallas Kitchen
Camping in Wales
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…
Broken roads to open hearts
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…
The jive on jay walking
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…
Where’s Buddha?
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…