August 18/19, 2017.  Day 0.  Perth to Rockhampton.  We leave home under torrential rain, it’s cold, wet, windy, miserable, and it’s 10PM.  We’re tired, and all three of us are sick.  This is not going to be a pleasant flight.

At least we got to sleep a bit, the plane is only half full, and we have a full row for us.  We take turns laying on two seats and catching some sleep.  Catching some cold as well, it’s freezing in this aircraft. Read More

Meet the new boss,
Same as the old boss.

Well not quite.  This one has a V8, a turbo, a front AND rear diff lock, electric windows, and… a back seat !  It did not take long, I admit, to replace our old faithful Troopy.  She served me well, over 250.000km since October 2008.  But she was a bachelor’s toy.  No back seat, no cup-holder, just a shiny dick with two chairs in it.  [I borrowed that quote too]. Read More

It’s cliche, but it’s true.  Home is where the heart is.  Ours is on Towton Street, in Redcliffe.  It was a bit of a race but it was well worth it.  October 8th, 2016, we got our residency status upgraded to “permanent”.  It’s a huge deal for all migrants to Australia, and it’s pretty much the Holy Grail for most of us. Read More