Oarsome Alice Springs

As luck would have it, we arrived in Alice Springs just in time for the town’s famous sailing and rowing regatta – the Henley-on-Todd. It’s the world’s only dry boat race – held on the Todd river bed. What began as a piss take (satire) in the 1960s of the famous Henley-on-Thames race between Cambridge…

34/52: Peacock Digs

 “A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Coco: Digging in socks… The twins have been wearing odd socks for months – usually their sister’s pink hand-me-downs. I really need to buy some new ones. Juju: I’m not sure why she put a bucket on her head. But it kept her…

32/52: Outback Roadhouse

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Juju: Rock collecting beside the Sturt Desert Peas Mowgli and Coco: Lego buddies    As we cruised along the Stuart Highway through the centre of Australia, outback roadhouses were our oases of food, fuel and accommodation. The distances between them are several hundred…

33/52: Camels at Uluru

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Mowgli: With Coober, named after Cooberpedy. Juju: She named her camel Princess Aurora, of course. Coco: He wouldn’t stop feeding dirt to his camel, Hercules. We couldn’t resist a short camel ride at The Red Centre, the only paid tourist thing we’ve done…

Snapshots from Uluru

When we visited Australia’s Red Centre, the Optus phone tower had just been fire bombed. Alas I couldn’t post any photographs of Uluru (as known by its traditional owners, the Anangu.) In all honesty, trying to watch the sunset with our kids was hell, hence no family shots. But it was worth it. We are so…

Mars Landing

We’re long gone from the dust bowl of Coober Pedy, considered to be the Opal Capital of the World. But although we crossed the South Australian border more than three weeks ago, this is one Outback town that’s impossible to forget. Of all the places I’ve ever been, there’s nowhere quite like it. For me,…

More Dirt and tortured gumtrees

We’re still cleaning dirt from inside our Airstream after a dusty ride from Pooncarie to Menindee, a small town in outback NSW famous for its lakes full of dead gum trees. A grey nomad outside the service station swore the road was smooth enough for his wife to sand her nails as they drove. I’m…

31/52: Dirt and Wind

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Coco: My little street urchin. I can’t seem to get him out of the dirt.  Mowgli: Taking in the views from a higher perch. Juju: Hating the wind at Mungo National Park.       Joining in on Jodi’s 52 Project. 

Marshmallows and Dirt

It was a bit of a gamble, but we made it in one piece up nearly 100-kilometres of dirt road to Mungo National Park. The ranger I spoke to on the phone advised half the road had just been re-surfaced: “it’s as good as it will ever get for a caravan,” she said optimistically. We…

30/52

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”  Juju: She couldn’t have been happier prancing in her pink frock and collecting rocks. The only time she’s let me wash her princess” dress on this road trip was when she accidentally peed on it. Mowgli: My sweet but stubborn little boy who’s…