Home again, home again, jiggity jig

And so comes the pause in our trip, the one that we were half looking forward to and half dreading.  When planning our trip, we realised that Corey's dad's 70th birthday would be smack bang in the middle of our trip.  Our original route had us heading west first and we toyed with the idea …

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Home to Poontown

No matter how long you’ve lived away from your hometown, the minute you’re back in the vicinity it always seems like you’ve come home. I moved away from Yeppoon the minute I finished high school. A friend and I threw everything we had into a bunch of bags, caught the tilt train and moved to …

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A cyclone in the pit of my stomach

Today I have been glued to the tv watching the news coverage unfold about the cyclones battering our country (cyclones for the non-Aussies are the same as hurricanes, just spinning in the opposite direction).  In particular, I've been focussed on the one called Marcia that has been holding my hometown of Yeppoon to ransom.  My sister and …

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