Weirder at Wally’s

A craving for bush camping leads me north of Orbost after some strange homestay conversations. I then battle dirt roads, hills and headwinds to make to the beautiful Cape Conran…

Never look a gift soup in the mouth

Things start to get stranger in far east Gippsland, as I find shelter in a retro caravan and abandon the East Gippsland Rail Trail. “This is for you!” A woman…

Bruthen pub to the rescue

A hot-under-the-collar start to the East Gippsland Rail Trail. Bairnsdale to Bruthen: 34km As a so called communications professional for a major transport project a rather important part of my…

Two types of cows

Some observations on over-polite drivers, bin liners, caravan park culture and bovine behaviour. I looked around for the person with the ruler. You know, the one who measures each and…

Making a muddle out of Mount Hoddle

On day three I realise things aren’t always as easy as they seem on paper, but discover a magical bush trail in the process. “Is that a snake?!!!” asked my…

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