Lanckeld, Duncashire, Ausland, Engalia. 

As I steamed out of the city into the Victorian bush I left Melbourne behind in a cloud of black smoke. During my not entirely un-slow journey, I was overtaken by tractors, road trains, the elderly, cement mixers and the like. NO WORRIES, for I was having dejavu after dejavu of bonny Lancashire. Green rolling hills,…

Nothing Rhymes with Melbourne

When I started writing these blogs I thought they would be to tell the tales of my travels and adventures, but instead it has seemingly turned into an automotive journal. If there is one thing that I am apparently going to take away from Australia; it’s a thoroughly developed knowledge of automobiles. Back in Darwin, Dave…

The Darwin Dream

Waking up two weeks into my Bali trip, I made the mistake of checking my bank account. I balked (and cried a little in panic), then hastily fled Indonesia; making a premature exit from paradise in order to return to Darwin, and work. I took with me high hopes and many dreams of abundant job…

Bali Belly Elly & The Lazy Oaf

Chapter 2 and the saga continues. Hold onto your hats… Exhausted from 6 weeks on the road, sleeping in gravel pits and battling mosquitos, Dave and I booked a holiday (from our working holiday) to go to Bali, where we met a bunch of our friends from our hostel back in Perth. Very excited for…