With thanks and praise for friendships that transcend time and place.
Category - Travel
I was lucky: I went hitchhiking and encountered goodness all the way
Lost and found: at home in the game.
A journey begins. A journey ends. A journey begins again...
I help you. You help me. We get to help each other. Such are the joys of travel.
Go walking! Name the world. See what you find. See what finds you.
Long-term travel can be rewarding. The hard part is coming home and making sense of it. That, too, is a form of travel.
Three-quarter time at the local football ground: sunshine, mud and poetry.
He swims. Almost every morning and usually before sunrise. In any season. In any weather. And never in a wetsuit.
When the weather is good and the tide is right, Joe goes fishing, down where the Yarra River meets Port Phillip Bay.