After picking up the Duster from the office, Hubby embarked on the challenge of driving in Amsterdam on the right side of the road. He took a little while to adjust to not over-compensating and bumping into the kerb on the right. Which he did a few times.Read more "Postcards: Amsterdam"
Now one thing one must know about the K-Team, they have to get their money’s worth. And true to form, that day, we did indeed receive value for our money.Read more "K-Team Adventures–Tahune Airwalk"
We had a moment when landing in Melbourne. With the high winds, the plane wobbled and tilted. Then it accelerated and rose up into the air.Read more "K-Team Tasmania– Mt. Wellington"
‘Well, where are they?’ I asked.
‘I bet they’re late,’ Mr. K muttered.
We waited, breathing in the sea-air on the gentle breeze, admiring the sparkle on the deep blue water, the emerald-green grass, and the rugged coastline. Then I closed my eyes, lay on the towel and napped.
After some minutes, I remarked, ‘They’re taking their time.’
I think the water reflecting the sky, all silver, the people on the wet sand, a mirror, swaying and twisting for cockles captured my attention. I’d been there, on the glassy surface, watching for bubbles, grinding my heel into the bog, feeling for the sharp edges of shell and plucking out the cockles that snapped shut when exposed to air.Read more "Fantastic Fleurieu–Goolwa"
We reached the road leading to Sellicks Beach and turned. P1’s car turned too. ‘I can’t see M’s car.’
‘Maybe he went to Victor Harbour,’ Mr. K said.
‘I hope not.’
Mr. K sighed as we neared Sellicks Beach. ‘Now where do we go?’
Koalas, if there were any, remained hidden. Mating season over, cold day, and these marsupials preferred to hide in lofty gum trees, getting high on eucalyptus leaves and sleeping. The Swiss visitors then set their hopes on seeing koalas in the wild at Morialta. Perhaps Morialta koalas are more sociable.Read more "The Fantastic Fleurieu"