brisbane

It had to happen eventually... our travels have now finished and we're getting ready for life in Brisbane. Time to buy a house, retrieve our possessions from the storage shed and iron some collared shirts. It'll be wonderful to stay in the same place for more than a week, but I'm sure that feeling won't last long after starting work.

Wait! We've still got one more adventure up our woollen sleeves: Splendour in the Grass! We'll be there in a few days, stay tuned for more pics.

Gaj

sydney through an iphone

Shooting on my iphone allowed me to be extra sneaky...

Chatswood station 1:30am

newtown, sydney

Climbing trees in Pemberton

The "Karri" is one of the tallest trees in the world, and it is only found in the southwest of Western Australia. A few trees have a ladder-like arrangement of metal poles around them - they were originally used as lookouts for fire.

One of the climbing trees

Climbing was a bit scary at first, especially since you're not strapped onto anything.

The view from the top of the highest tree. It's about 70 metres up and creaks loudly as it sways.

northcliffe sculpture walk

Gerald wasn't driving so well, and Northcliffe was the furthest we got from Perth. This small town had a great sculpture walk featuring both local and international artists.

Yep, it's an iron heart.

margaret river

We visited 10 of the 89 wineries in Margaret River. Planning to go back for the ones we missed.

It wasn't all wine...

gerald

Gerald is our campervan. He has a few problems. Sleeping is very comfortable and cooking is easy with the well-stocked miniature kitchen. Driving is another matter. Speed bumps feel like mountains and travelling over 90km/h causes major speed wobbles. We almost got blown over by a motorbike. If things get a bit scary, loud singing seems to work well.

fremantle

Good beaches, good beer and good street art... my kind of place.

broome: observations from a park bench

A Landcruiser roars to rest at the kerbside. The driver jumps out and slaps on his broad-brimmed hat. All his clothes, from top to boots, are tinged with a dusty red hue. His sun-induced wrinkles aren't even spared. He'll pick up some supplies as fast as possible, then head back out to his property.

A lady, probably in her fifth decade, strolls past with her labrador. The grains of wet sand are camoflaged by the dog's off-white hair. She wears a purple-flowered sarong, sandy bare feet and a smile.

A battered campervan creaks to a halt. The paintwork looks like grey, acid-wash jeans. A young couple slowly climb out, nattering away in German. Their bronze skin in decorated with frayed string and shell jewellery on ankles and wrists. They press a creased map out on the side of the van and decide where to go next.

Cable beach

The red pindan dust stains the ocean.

The Japanese and Chinese cemetaries are reminders of Broome's pearling history.