We met many people descending who smiled and said, ‘Ow ya goin’?’ some said, ‘It’s worth it.’ One lady mused at my tee shirt that had the words, ‘Mum went to London and all I got was this lousy tee shirt’.Read more "Trekking With the T-Team–Uluru"
‘Hurry up! We’re being left behind,’ I waved my arms about, ‘it’s getting late!’
‘Urgh! There’s flies!’ Son 2 batted the air around his face. ‘I need a rest! I’m tired!’
We returned to the main strip of Salamanca Place. The historic warehouses glowed in the rays of a sun soon to set. People were everywhere, spilling out of doorways, and flooding the streets. Some art exhibition opening was in full swing, with champagne flowing. I didn’t like our chances.Read more "K-Team Adventures: Tasmania 2016"
After parking, Mr K leapt from the car. ‘Oh, looks like rain.’ He ripped out the “raincoats” and waved them in the air. ‘Come on boys, you need to be waterproof.’
Son 1 recoiled. ‘I’m not wearing that.’
‘No!’ Son 2 screamed and hid behind me.
‘Oh, yes, you will!’ Mr K said. ‘You’ll get wet and a chill and then catch a death of cold, if you don’t.’
‘No!’ both boys squealed and then scampered up the path.
A battle ensued; Mr K with garbage bag-ponchos verses sons refusing to wear the garbage bags.
A narrow escape. We heard that night while dining with my cousin, Kiah who runs the Strahan Visitors Centre, that fallen trees on the railway track had stranded the tourists on the train for several hours. They arrived back in Strahan at 8.30pm. The next day, on the cruise, Kiah overheard some girls who had been on the train trip say they were going to write a reality TV show about bored kids.Read more "K-Team Adventures Gordon River, Tasmania"
As we ate our cheese and pickle sandwiches, the tour group lobbed into the hut occupying the room next to ours. Talk about free-tour-guide information. We sat, hiding behind the stone wall and unlit fireplace (told my beloved we should’ve bought matches), and feasted our ears on tasty morsels of Tasmanian history.Read more "K-Team Adventures Tasmania"
Mr. B was not in a good mood as we headed for Kingoonya. He moaned, ‘Hurry! No more stops.’ Then he groaned, ‘Oooh, I’m feeling a bit seedy, you know.’
Dad frowned and glanced in his side mirror. ‘O-oh.’