So after another amazing couple of months in Australia, a time filled with festivals; Woodford friends; a getaway at Rainbow Beach (backed by walls a multi shade of sandy yellows); and the beautiful hinterland vistas in the Sunshine Coast, I made my way back to New Zealand. Back to the mountain. A couple of months …
Swapping the beautiful fluffy green hills of Tasmania for the flat red, brown and grey of Melbourne, the only thing raised from the ground, the shining towers at its centre, I knew I’d made the right choice when I took that flight to Hobart two months ago. Now much more a fan of open spaces …
Just two days into my trip I could already feel the effects of the long drives, as I struggled to raise my head from the floor to begin day three. With a slow start, I enjoyed benefits of a paid campsite, having a shower and using the basic kitchen facilities. My current early morning lifestyle …
And so I began my first multi day solo car adventure. One that would cover almost 1500km and take me to some of Tasmania’s most coveted locations. I’d hired a manual car and as I hadn’t driven anything but automatics since leaving home, this initially resulted in some rather painful crunching and jerking for the …
Before I knew it the time had come to leave Tarraleah. As excited as I was about being back on the road, to spend a couple of months travelling day to day (something I haven’t done in nearly a year), I was truly sad to be leaving the place and even more so, the people, …
My friend Adele drove up from Hobart for a weekend getaway, arriving in Tarraleah on Friday night so we could set off early the following morning. We didn’t have an exact destination in mind, we just planned to head west and see where the road took us. As we began our journey, my eyes felt …
Tarraleah. The town that’s not a town. At least, not anymore. Originally built in the 1930s to house employees for the local Hydro plant, an automation of much of the machinery resulted in a drastic cut in the number of workers. Now, the ‘town’ is all one property owned by a local family and has …
I spent the first couple of days after leaving Woodford trying to will my tired mind into creating some direction as to what I would do and where I would go next. Should I stay near to Brisbane, keeping transport costs low, head north toward Cairns, or south to Melbourne, or Tasmania? All I knew …
The second part of Woodford, so different, but just as great as the first. I struggle to find a way to put my experience into words. So much that I gained from the place was from the energy and environment around me, rather than something physical. That said, the finished product, seeing all of our …
Just a short train ride south, Woodford is a world away from the life I lived in Bundaberg. In the country, surrounded by greenery, the suffocating packing shed is but a distant memory. Having found out about Woodford Folk Festival through a friend, I secured a volunteer position as part of the setup crew. Working …
