Monday, December 03, 2012
The Place: Liz and I spent a weekend camping at Tidal River, on Wilsons Prom, which is the southernmost point of Aus, along with Kate, Leigh and friends.
Some features: There were quite a few surfers on the trip so it was great to head out for three epic surf sessions on what I would call pretty big waves (compared with Muizenberg which is my modest benchmark as a novice). The campsite was in an awesome location, and we were well set up Aussie style with a big tarp for shelter from rain, portable gas cookers and big eskies to keep the beers cool. To be noted as well were that at least 3 of our party owned campervans, equipped with bed and abundant storage space for tools and surfboards. In the early eve, we would see one of the resident wombats patrolling the grounds for food. They were really cool to see, like little bears strolling around with their really big, hard backsides which they apparently stick out at the entrance of their burrows as protection from intruders. Another friendly visitor to the campsite was the crimson rosella which perched on my hand to have a little snack.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
The Place: For our honeymoon we took a trip to Airlie Beach to stay at a nice little place overlooking the sea and the Whitsunday islands from high up on a hillside.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
The Place: Toured Dublin on the hop-on hop-off bus, starting at the large spike, which replaces an old statue of Nelson (Battle of Trafalgar) - removed after Ireland gained independence from England because he had no real links with Ireland. We passed the statue of local Irish political hero Daniel O'Connel, which happens to be Liz' great great grandfather. A bullet hole from 1916 can be seen in the breast of one of the surrounding statues, see 3rd from top. We passed some impressive old buildings including Trinity College and St Patricks Cathedral, a park which celebrated Oscar Wilde with a statue, and a statue of Molly Malone, a peasant woman well known in Irish folk songs for selling her 'Cockles and Muscles' from a wheelbarrow. A good end to the tour was arriving at the Guiness factory which takes you up 7 floors explaining the unique brewing method and family history, and finishes with a free Guiness on the top floor with a panoramic view of Dublin from above. An interesting fact is that the harp, which is the Irish political symbol, is used as the Guiness logo, except it faces the opposite direction so as not to infringe on trademarks (see 3rd & 4th pic).
We were lucky to be in Dublin on a day when the 'Tall Ships' had arrived in Dublins harbour. There were numerous stalls and small festivities along the row of these olden day sailing ships, which were all competitors in a race from A Caruna (Spain) to Dublin.
Following the recommendation of our cab driver from the airport, we ate lunch at a great spot called the Brazenhead. In the evening we wondered around the area of Temple Bar and, avoiding the really busy bars, stopped in at an old pub where we were lucky enough to get some real traditional Irish music played by Bill and Shaky (Padraig O'Neill) on guitar and fiddle. Their album 'Cobblestones and Brittle Bones' became the theme music on our River Shannon boat trip beginning the following day.
The Place: Together with Tim, Karen, Jamie, and Andy, Liz and I spent the best part of 4 days on houseboat on the Lough Derg (River Shannon) in Ireland. We boarded at Portumna and cruised at a leisurely pace stopping at little towns along the way.
Some features: The lake becomes quite broad in the middle and then in parts tapers off into narrow streams. On the lake we passed a lot of great scenery of green hills, cattle and sheep, old castles and historic churches built on little islands.
Tim and I, along with Liz who accompanied us in the row boat, found two great spots for a swim, where the river narrowed into long tributories. The first swim twisted for about a mile and the second was about 800m but half being upstream with a bit of a current, and then a swim back to the boat which took about half the time as going out.
Jamie did a bit of fishing and finally on day three managed to catch a small perch.
While heading to the last night's stop we needed to pass through a lock which was an interesting experience, having not done it before. Stopping in the lock at the lower end, the gate closed behind us and the water was then let in from the the front gate, allowing us to rise to the height of the river ahead and continue onwards once the front gate reopened.
The Place: Along the River Shannon, we stopped at various towns including GaryKennedy, Terry Glass, and Banagher all of which fall within or on the outskirts of Co. Tipperary, Ireland.
Some features: GaryKennedy had a great restaurant called Larkins, pictured at the top, where they screened the Irish sport hurling. We all sat down to hearty Irish meals and could barely move afterwards due to the size of the portions.
In the marina where Jamie skillfully mastered getting the boat into its tight mooring there are still ruins of an old castle that used to stand watch over the Lough Derg.
In Banagher, where we stopped for our third and last night on the river, the main street leading from the dock seemed to be mainly run by the Flynn's, with a gastro pub, supermarket and house all bearing the name as well as a flyer advertising a music performance by Kate Flynn coming soon! We enjoyed the evening in a pub which played live Irish music, with piano and accordian. Particularly interesting was an old painted portrait on the wall of a young lady at her piano with black bun in hair. Lo and behold the pictured lady was the actual piano player that eve, still wearing a black bun in her hair, only aged by about 50 years.
It was sad to see that in the town, many of the shops and even the Royal Shannon, built in an old bow-fronted Georgian style from 18th century (pictured at the bottom) are no longer in business due to the recession in Ireland.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
The Event: After getting our queue card the night before (number 671), we joined the long line of tents all queueing to get into Wimbledon the next day. With everyone getting woken up at 6 by the stewards, we were packed up and queueing by 7:30, to get into the grounds at 9. Liz, Stu, Amanda and I were lucky enough to get tickets for Court 1 by being early enough in the queue. This meant that amongst the players, we would be able to watch Maria Sharapova, the then topseeded lady. Even luckier were friends Gavin, Alexia, Kath and Tolis who (having started to queue 2 hours earlier the previous day) got Centre Court. They were kind enough to let us in to watch Djokovic (then also top seed) play the last 2 games of his winning match. They went on to watch Federer's epic battle in which he came back from 2 sets down against Benneteau to win his match.