One of the hardest pieces I’ve had to write. Because my puny words just can’t do this incredible place justice. You will have to see it for yourself.
Freshfield Grove olive oil from Tasmania delivers a burst of peppery sunshine on the tongue that reminds you just how good this is.
Penguins play, seals stink, and ice bergs floweth high and deep. Life on and outside the ship is always very interesting.
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.
Darwin never used to be synonymous with top food, but the city is buzzing with great venues thrusting their chests out, and water views that are hard to beat.
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?