Australia

Oh yes indeed here I was back in Brisbane, seems to be my nest don’t you think?? Well two days into Brisbane and for the first time during my traveling, I was feeling a little down and somewhat homesick….strange I know but it lasted for a day or two when suddenly a flash of inspiration, […]

Okay, we drove pretty much all day, through valleys and up perishingly meandering roads, through dense rain forest and dusty old roads, stopping off at random view points……well we are tourists!! we arrived at out destination, late in the evening just as the day was going to sleep, and decided to stay in the furthest

Ha ha now I bet you read that and wondered what was going to be in it! Well let me start by saying the single most important reason as to why I went back to Cairns…….The SUN! yes I hadn’t seen as much and thought I needed a little bit….just so I don’t look quite

The day arrived, slightly bedraggled and somewhat cold we stood at the meeting point, where we awaited our charter to the Neptune Islands at 6:30 in the morning…..I forgot there were two in the day up to that point, we boarded our vessel, the Calypso Star, a beautiful boat, with what looked like a torture

I don’t know how I did it, in adeliade I managed to swindle a nice hotel room, with beer fridge and this strange object on top of the desk….it was about 22inch and there were little people in it, music and a load of channels…plus we also had these things called windows, that actually opened??

Well after a week of rain, I felt it was time to move on once more, Barry was to go to Brisbane to work and I continued my tour with another irishman called Lenny we traveled down to Melbourne. Now Melbourne…what do we say about that, if Sydney was a mad busy metropolis, this was

Okay, so now when you read that title, did you think I had got a blow out, and was strandard in the outback for a short while, as the spare was also low??? well actually……. again what a great story that would have been…the only thing I can say is I did the full 14hr

So after the white water rafting, my urge to do some other adrenelin fuelled, something or other was in full flow as I got on the grey hound to head up to Cairns (my first stint anyway). Along the long, monotonous, smooth roman like roads heading in a straight line to horizon we hummed along,

Okay so to shock you, I am gonna start by saying, I didn’t drink the night before my white water adventure, well one cause it was late when I arrived at Scotty’s Backpackers and two I wanted to be fresh our saunter down rapids on the Tully River. So the morning came about, two seconds

Magnetic Island, sounds kind of interesting don’t you think….well for once after the stress of the sailing we needed to relax on a beach, under the sun, somewhere the ocean sings its own little song and the moon listens, magnetic island was this destination….but in true Paul fashion it didn’t really go according to plan: