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What vehicles?

What vehicles?
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OK, I get that taxis go to the right, but what vehicles go to the left?

WFE report week 2

Well, here we are in Adelaide.

We left Melbourne on Monday, heading straight for the 'great ocean road' (GOR). The distance was going to be one of the longer days so far, and we had been warned that the travelling would be slow. When we got onto the GOR, we realised what they were talking about.

The GOR (at the beginning) is a single lane each way and it follows the contours of the hills that descend to the ocean. Thus, it is a twisted pile of slow corners piled on top of slow corners, interspaced by even slower corners.

One of the interesting things is that the road is speed limited to 80km (an unachievable amount in the slow drizzle we encountered. 40 is more likely). Thus the occasional sweeping bend has warning signs to tell you to slow to 70 for the bend, and yet the miriad of corners, where you can only go at about 20, have no warning signs!

We made it to Port Fairy in about 7 hours. The accommodation was excellent. Port Fairy YHA and the next stop - Robe YHA - were the best places we have stayed at so far. They are both historic buildings and are simply excellent. If you want more information... Come and stay at both of them!

Tuesday saw a relaxed and uneventful trip to Robe, followed on Wednesday by a similar trip to Adelaide.

Adelaide. Nice town. Crap YHA.

The windows open a maximum of 10cm.
The walls don't meet the ceiling, and so light and sound spill over into the room when you try to sleep.
The bed covers are extremely hot, with no intermediates.
The beds mattress is about 5cm thick.
Fights take place outside on the street.
Etc etc etc.

And here you were thinking I couldn't winge if I wasn't anywhere near a weekend taxi driver...

On the taxi note, speedy recovery wishes to my night driver who missed me, decided to have his own holiday, slipped and broke his arm.

Obviously I can't leave Canberra without everything falling over apart.


WFE report week 1

G'day. I thought I would post once-a-week posts, mainly because there is no 3G in many of the intermediate areas.

Monday was the big day. The previous weekend saw multitude amounts of packing, unpacking and determination.

Sunday night saw a farewell dinner with unlucky family members who couldn't make it to the holiday. My better half made a well loved family favourite (from my side of the family) and it was praised from both sides.

Monday saw myself, my wife and my brother getting up, getting ready and getting outta there. We filled the boot of the car to bursting, and placed the rest behind the drivers seat. We met my mother and aunt at 9:30, also with a car packed to capacity, and we were off!

Heading towards the coast, we passed through Bungendore and stopped at Braidwood for photos, a practice which was not repeated with the freezing wind and low temperatures. We ended up in Batemans Bay for lunch, having a delicious in house meal from 'The Boatshed' which I can highly recommend.

Continuing down the coast, we took the coastal routes and also went inland slightly to visit the cheese factory in Central Tilba. We stopped for the night in Merimbula.

The YHA in Merimbula was decent, with shared facilities and kitchens. The beds in most of the YHAs seem to be skinny foam matresses, but as they are on slat beds, they are still comfortable. The only downside was the noise from light aircraft - the hostel appeared to be directly under the flightpath.

Tuesday saw us leaving Merimbula, and following the Princess Highway in an uneventful trip to Lakes Entrance. Lunch was in Orbost at the historic information centre (see the photo).

Lakes Entrance has a beautiful Esplanade. The local council comissioned the planting of 21 Cypress trees, one for each of the locals killed in WW1. Later, one of the problems with Cypress trees came to light when large living and dead branches started to drop, endangering local residents.

After deliberation, the trees most risky were chopped down, and a local chainsaw artist was invited to make the stumps into statues commemorating the fallen from WW1. There are now a total of 6 statues, one of which is shown here.

Lakes Entrance YHA is an absolute delight. For groups like ours, cabins have been divided up into separate rooms with their own commonroom. The place is a diamond in the rough, and we plan on revisiting in the future.

Wednesday saw the conclusion of the first weeks travel when we drove to Melbourne. I don't like driving in cities, so I'll not dwell on the last part of the driving, suffice to say we made it. Lunch was in the town of Pakenham, which has been bypassed recently, yet this appears to have had no effect. The highway/freeway here is the Prince's Highway, not the Princess, as it's named after Prince Edward.

Since reaching Melbourne we have been jaunting around on trams, shopping and having a great time.

You wish you were here.



Everybody needs to get away at some time. Even paradise gets boring if you sit and stare at the same things day in and day out. So it's time for me to see other bits of paradise.

Fear not gentle reader! For I shall post regularly whilst away on my epic trek across bush and deserts (even more regularly than I do at the moment). From east to west and back again I shall endevour to take you with me the full 10,000km.

Sounds like a made up number doesn't it? Sounds like I'm trying to impress by pulling random large numbers out of my... hat. Ain't true. The journey will be approximately 5700km by road and 4352km by rail. For 35 nights we will be traversing the country from the eastern coast to the western coast via a big bloody desert in the middle.

For those who are having trouble with distances and approximations, we will be leaving Canberra next Monday morning, travelling to Melbourne (via the coast), Adelaide and across the Nullabor to Perth. Then we return via the Indian Pacific to Sydney, before returning via car to Canberra. Here is an image to help with the distances.

So it's not the biggest journey you can do here in paradise, but it's enough for me.

So who's going on this fantasmagorical journey? Well of course the intrepid leader on such a serious undertaking has to be the one person least suited to the job, i.e. me, PeskiePete. Alongside will be PeskieWife, PeskieBrother, PeskieMother and PeskieAunt.

And I am looking forward to it.

The replacement.

I know that I haven't been posting much on here. I've been seduced by the soft whispered promises of twitter, thanks to Skyring. I hope to be better in the future...

There are words that can strike fear into the heart. For the warehouse worker it could be "unpaid overtime", for the politician "accountability" and for the Silver Service taxi driver it's "stand-by taxi". Those little innocent words mean nothing outside of the industry. One taxi is as good as another, right? Wrong.

A Silver Service driver prides himself on his car. It's a luxury sedan. It is kept clean at all times. The seats are leather, the driver uniformed and the service impeccable. There are standards to maintain. Images to uphold. We are the best of the best, or so we like to think.

Imagine then, placing such a driver into the "stand-by" taxi. The seats are cloth. Trim is missing from inside as well as out. The wheels are wonky, rear demister an optimistic extra and windows that only work with the application of elbow grease and a large sledgehammer.

That is my lot in life at the moment. My silver girl is in the taxi hospital while ham fisted cretins work out whether or not we need a working differential, ABS, TCS or even brakes.

Come home soon baby.


The laugh of the Irish...

I have been very fortunate recently to be able to view a show put on by Dara O'Briain, the comedian from Ireland.

I was first introduced (not personally of course) to Dara on the excellent not-a-quiz show QI, hosted by the fine Stephen Fry. As one of the panalists, I was quickly taken by Dara's wit and speed as he was able to formulate funny responses on the move.

This ability also translates into his show, where incredibly half of the show consists of audience interaction. Dara will ask someone what they do for a living, and is then able to quickly spin this into a full routine. Not only can he do this, but it is interwoven with his 'normal' show routine, and at the end of the 90 minutes he is able to recall the names, locations and jobs of half a dozen people who were in the audience.

Dara is a delight to watch, and if he ever comes to 'God's own Country' (Australia), I'll be buying a ticket.

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