When asked, “Where shall we go skiing this year, dahling?” people don’t often reply “The Snowy’s, Australia”. In fact we didn’t know of this place until we were almost upon it, I think it’s pretty unheard of in European circles. Sydney-siders come down here if they don’t make the jump across to New Zealand. We were here because, well, we were here; just passing through. The Snowy Mountains are in fact home to drum role please… Continue Reading »
Having driven along winding roads, through fields with twisted trees we came to Canberra – capital city of Australia. It’s a very well kept ‘town’ (you could hardly call it a city), it’s well-ordered, manicured and clean with fresh-air all around and it’s as if no-one who lives there has ever done any wrong, a utopia. Rush hour is hardly a rush. Every town we come to is spread out, and this was no different; we stayed on the Racecourse 10km from the centre, but it still took little over 10 mins to get in to the heart of it all.
In town, we were met by the wonderful lake and it’s tall jet squirting high into the air. This is the Captain Cook Memorial Jet and everything centres itself around this point, in fact Canberra is split in two by it.
Having taken a wrong turn we ended up here… but look at our little broom broom go.
The town of Bathurst is Australia’s oldest inland settlement, but for a more fun slant, it’s also Australia’s answer to Silverstone. The public can speed round the circuit at a giddying 60kph (there are even speed check Police hiding out to make sure).
Having only just left Sydney, we couldn’t be in a more different kind of place, even though it feels like only a stone’s throw away. You can see for miles, there’s no-one around. We’re back in the country-side and it’s stunning. The Blue Mountains (which adds another tick on our World Heritage Sites Tour list) are in fact Continue Reading »
