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Originally uploaded by A writer afoot Since I can’t figure out any other way to do it, and I’m stuck waiting for a plane out of Ayers Rock, here’s the photo that should go with the Devils [...]
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P1000710 Originally uploaded by A writer afoot Since I can’t figure out any other way to do it, and I’m stuck waiting for a plane out of Ayers Rock, here’s the photo that should go with the Devils [...] Uluru is a place you have undoubtedly seen photos of. That big red rock in the middle of the desert, where herds of wild camels roam through the outback, and the land isn’t even slightly barren, and our fair heroines rode a camel through the dawn. (Only none of them will upload, [...] One more note on Tassie: we saw the famed Tasmanian Devils. Check out these adorable little faces: They were waiting for lunch, which was hunks of wallabee (fur still attached) and furry little baby chickens. Watching them eat, you suddenly understand the Walt Disney Tasmanian Devil, swirling around in that whirlwind, all [...] It occurs to me that I still have not posted anything about trees. It is well known that i have a bit of a tree fetish, given that I was raised in place where we have three varieties. Pines, aspens, and cottonwoods. Very nice trees, of course, but still only three. (Okay, there [...] There always comes a day during my travels when I have a little crash, emotionally or physically, or (often) both. Suddenly, in the midst of all my pleasures I am suddenly aware of being 8000 miles from home, from my tomatoes and my morning walk and a phone I can pick up to [...] I’ve crept out out of the hotel room, leaving behind my sleeping roommates, and am writing this from the lobby of the Hobart Quest Hotel. Last night, we sought out the Lark Distillery, where we sampled the local specialties, some whiskey for the others and a taste of the pepperberry (?) liquor, which one [...] I have a scant half hour before they come to pick me up for a hiking trip to the top of Mt. Wellington, but I have had such trouble finding my way into internet that I’ll seize the minute. I’m writing this from a hotel room in Tasmania, just after breakfast on Saturday morning. [...] Writing from a clean and ordinary internet cafe two stops down from a backpacker cafe not far from the Flint Street station in Melbourne. Haven’t had a chance to upload any of my own photos, but this one was taken last night from the Soul Mama Cafe on the bay in St Kilda–Mel, Freya, [...] In the moment, I am sitting in the business center of the Langham Hotel in Melbourne. Out in the lobby, someone is playing gliding piano music, and I can faintly hear the rush of the many fountains that divide the marble staircases. Very elegant place, and very down to earth. Two little food reports. [...] |
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