Month: August 2006

  • Oh, Australia

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    Can you talk like an Australian? What are sunnies, Eskies, helies, pollies. (Sunglasses, Eskimo coolers, helicopters, politicians.) Got it? So then, what is sosh, or goss, or satched, or mackers? (Social, gossip, saturated, McDonalds hamburgers.) No worries, mate. You’re all right. Which means, “You’re welcome.” Roight. Australia offered us the very best vacation we’ve had…

  • The Olgas & Uluru

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    The Outback. Here we fancily stay at “Sails In The Desert,” a hotel that sprawls over some acreage. It’s a gorgeous place where the staff is young, fervent, effervescent, wonderful. They are, literally, a sweet oasis in the usual nippy Australian service we’d become almost accustomed to. The shot below is of a stand of…

  • Cairns – Not “Keerns;” It’s “CANS,” Mate!

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    If you’re anything like me, here’s what 25 straight hours of traveling and the complete disappearance of a whole day, will do for you: 1. You will ask yourself, so what in hell is fun about vacations anyway? 2. Your body will have a deep-bone fatigue in which you think your legs could not ache…