macchiato on the new bed

Acquisitions & Takeovers

Apropos of nothing at all, we bought a new bed a couple of weeks ago. The previous fun palace had given up the ghost after nigh on 20 years of service useage, and we agreed months ago that it was time to upgrade. We decided (on zero medical or scientific grounds, it must be said) to postpone the acquisition til…

A cat with schadenfreude

I live in an apartment on a major arterial route in Stonnington; an inner-city suburb of Melbourne, with my wife and fur-kid Macchiato. A tram passes our door, which means that, during peak hours, the road is designated a clearway  and parking is forbidden so that traffic flows as smoothly as possible and trams can (theoretically) pass unimpeded. The afternoon no-parking…

A few days in Vietnam

Frankly, I’d been too busy to really consider  a holiday, but when Michelle suggested a fortnight in Vietnam, I thought I’d give it a go. Armed with the latest Lonely Planet we came up with suggestions for ground content which I sent to Anne at Travel Indochina to develop a full itinerary. Three weeks later, following vaccinations and visa photographs,…

Oman

My introduction to Doha was a half-day guided city tour showcasing the sea-front Corniche,  Dhow Harbour , The Old Souq (Market),  Equestrian Club,  Falcon Market, Fruit and Vegetable Market, Fish Market, Traditional Market and the city Centre Mall. Thoughts of Doha were overall positive, but qualified. I concluded that Doha is a “Work in Progress”; clean, but a little sterile, and…

Machu Picchu to Cuzco – Day7

Thursday: We checked out early and high-tailed to the depot to catch the 8am bus up the mountain so we could explore the citadel  before the flood of day-trippers arrived from Cuzco around 10am. After roaming through the terraces, dodging happy-snappers and wandering alpacas, we slowly gravitated to the path leading higher up the mountain towards the Sun Gate. Intipunku, the Incan…

Machu Picchu – Day6

Wednesday 6am. The phone delivered the wake-up call exactly as requested and we had commenced dressing for breakfast when we received a second call advising that our driver was waiting at Reception to rush us to the Ollantaytambo station for the re-scheduled Vistadome journey to the ‘lost city’ of Machu Picchu. As Michelle hurried off to settle our account I stuffed…

Sacred Valley of the Incas – Day5

Tuesday: A buffet breakfast at 7am in the antique-littered hotel dining room afforded the spectacle of an Indian woman shuffling across the frosty hotel lawn carrying tall bundles of folded cloth. Finding a sunny patch, she placed her bundle down and smoothed out two blankets on the crisp, white-covered grass, one for her pile of brightly coloured blankets, the other…

Reserva Amazonica – Day3

Sunday. Very little disturbs me more than being dragged from a deep sleep before the sun approaches the general vicinity of a yardarm, so  imagine my general pissedoffedness at being woken at 5am by an Interpreter banging on the wall of our cabana in Reserva Amazonica. Choosing not to believe we had deliberately eschewed the 1/2 day Lake Sandoval tour…

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