Yesterday Gemma seemed a little upset when we pulled up for a rest stop and exclaimed to me through gasping breath “you’re not even puffing”, well I hope she’s happy now because today was a bit of a slog. Continue reading “Cycling, Day three”
Today the real adventure begins.
Now in Changi Airport and these Singaporians sure know how to do airports.
Enjoying the day bed for an hour before the next flight to Hanoi. Dimmed lighting, some quite piano music piped through the ‘oasis’ lounge and free superfast internet.
Lots of camera gear for what looks like good prices too. Could be tempting on the way back.
It’s currently 1:00am as we wait to board our flight from Perth to Vietnam via Singapore. Nothing else to report – Tam biet (goodbye).
Fremantle prison is well known for its long history as a convict prison but this evening I will recount the tale of one of its more recent inmates. A clever young man by the name of Brenden Abbott, but also know as the ‘postcard bandit’ as dubbed by the WA police media unit. Continue reading “Over the wall”
We contemplated a trip to Rottnest Island today but decided to save that for a future visit to Perth when the weather is a bit warmer and more suitable for swimming. Still wanting to board a boat, we instead took a return trip to Perth and back aboard the James Stirling. Continue reading “The Swan”
This morning we said farewell to Stuart and his family and boarded a train from Clarkson, the furthest station north of Perth, to Fremantle. A pleasant enough ride and quite cheap considering the distance covered. We changed trains in Perth but didn’t see anything other than the station so will have to go back sometime this weekend to explore there.
We arrved in Perth last night and spent a few hours catching up with my brother Stuart, his wife Rebecca, their kids Shayna, Mason and James and my mum who is over here at the moment too. Continue reading “Monkeying around in Perth”
Almost certainly any previous reader of this blog has long since forgotten that it ever exisited.
Well Surprise! We’re back!
With no real excuse for leaving you all hanging, lets just get onto business and finish the story… or has it not ended yet? Continue reading “No, we haven't been in Germany for the past 5 years”
Today our wonderful host took us for a hike in the Swiss mountains near the village where he grew up and his family still lives. The name of the peak, Mittaggüpfi, literally translates to ‘Midday point’ as the peak was a half way point where people would stop for lunch.
Wendelin promised an easy, short walk in the mountains but I can safely say this was by far much more difficult than any of the hiking I have done in Victoria in my teens. We had nothing to fear though as our guide and his younger brother have walked this mountain all their lives.
At the peak a bunker that was used to watch the German border during WWII remains and now contains a guestbook that we signed. If you look at the bigger version of the photo above you will see a house in the middle. Our car is a small dot on the road to the left. Looking behind you can see the snow capped Swiss Alps and Mount Pilatus overlooking the town of Lucerne. This mountain is a big tourist attraction and it is believed by some to be where Pontius Pilate was buried.
I was a little concerned as we started our descent as my knees had locked up a bit in the cold gusting wind while we had lunch. They warmed up again though and we made it back to enjoy a cool drink with Wendelin and his family