The Bane o’ Bris

Employing wordplay to compare Brisbane to the Judaic act of circumcision is a bit rough. However, something has to be said about the fact that navigating Brisbane’s roads is approximately ten times more painful than the act of circumcision. Which urban planner decided four-lane, one way streets was an effective means of laying out a…

Farewell, Fraser. Hola, Rainbow Beach.

We started the slow crawl back to the barge pick-up point at around 11:00am. ┬áThis time, we were able to drive down most of the beachfront as the tide was low. Every point that we encountered us to cross water was carefully inspected, analysed and an ideal crossing point was picked. I didn’t want to…

Fraser Island 2: Imminent Departure

After the initial day from hell on Fraser Island, the Crazy Canadian spent most of the next morning down at the beach enjoying all it had to offer. I’d been informed the day before about the island’s mechanic, Pete, and that I should take my car to him to give it a once-over and see…

Fraser Island: Proceed with Caution

It seemed like the flying spaghetti monster was intervening while the Crazy Canadian and I were departing from the Gold Coast. At first it was the best weather we’d come across while we were staying there. And then, some 30 minutes after leaving, came the rain. When I say ‘rain’, I mean the closest thing…

Ye Olde Gold Coast

I’ve been to the Gold Coast on three or four separate occasions over the years. It’s never really grabbed me as a particularly wonderful place to be, live or visit. In general terms, I get the appeal. Beaches upon beaches and a laid-back attitude towards life, gung-ho attitude towards partying. This time it was a…

Byron Bay

Driving from Port Macquarie to Byron Bay took approximately eight hours. Driving for such extended periods of time became somewhat of a game for me at this point. Like I was trying to set some sort of Mazda Tribute┬áland speed record. We arrived later in the afternoon, sorted out our accommodation for the evening and…

Port is a Drink. Macquarie is a Dictionary.

Leaving Sydney was really difficult for two reasons. One, the Crazy Canadian and I had a great time there and we were fortunate to stay with such a great hostess. Two, the traffic was fucking balls and the amount of one-way streets that lead you either – A) Into the city, B) Blink and you’ll…

Sayonara, Sydney.

Our last full day in Sydney was spent roaming around the city. After grabbing a ridiculously oversized breakfast at Chill Cafe, our first stop was Queen Victoria Building – a large, but visually impressive shopping complex. After completion in 1898, the building has undergone all manner of face-lifts, refits and strangleholds. Virtually across the road…