We find more amazing palaces, suffer awful food still, but the music plays on, as do the taxi rorts and cattle trucks disguised as buses.
The Hunter Valley has wonderful wine, food, and spectacular vistas. And the accommodation isn’t too shabby either…
Crazy mardi gras, music that never stops, and still awful food almost everywhere except for one very high point…
Cuba sometimes delights, and always surprises. And in spite of obvious grinding poverty everywhere, the Cubans seem as happy as clams. We could take note.
When a restaurant gets everything pretty much right, then all you have to do is just enjoy it.
A tiny stuffed fox praying to be bought? A glass case of ivory beside it? An emporium as big as the MCG? Latrobe may be tiny, but the delights are big.
Hobart’s near city wine trail is hard to beat for variety, passionate producers, glorious wine and food. How lucky, Hobart?
Hobart’s list of beautiful venues to indulge in and experience just keeps expanding, like my waistline. But what a wonderful way to go!
Frogmore Creek still delivers art on a plate under the guidance of Ruben Koopman. And what art it is.
Cutty Sark in Brisbane should have a big life. The food is good and they advertise their commitment to sustainability on the menu. But it doesn’t…